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“Fie! Fly! Be gone, little manling!” she spat at him. “Take your tainted She and be gone!”
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
“Can I help you?" he said, in a manner which indicated very clearly that not only did he not wish to help them, but also that he resented the implication that he ought to”
― Fae: The Realm of Twilight
― Fae: The Realm of Twilight
“No woman wants a husband! They're a terrible nuisance. Smelly and underfoot the whole time and absolutely no idea of what is proper. They are rather necessary in a marriage though I'm afraid.”
― The Riven Wyrde Saga
― The Riven Wyrde Saga
“The dead wouldn't complain. They seldom did. It is the living that worry about the dead,”
― The Riven Wyrde Saga
― The Riven Wyrde Saga
“would have asked what a woman was doing walking alone through the forest in the middle of the night. A more rational person would have noted the eyes, coloured amber with”
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
“You don’t expect the teachings of an entire faith to fit into a single book, do you?” Andrei laughed,”
― Faithless
― Faithless
“We wanted to hear about the Bjornmen,” Erinn said firmly as Kainen and Devin nodded in agreement.
“Ah... the wolves of the sea, come to ravage and burn the homes of, fat. Lazy. Farmers.” he said, raising his voice at the last and looking pointedly at the rotund farmer in the corner.
“From their frozen storm-lashed coasts they come, sailing in their galleys with fearsome figureheads the sight of which strikes fear into all that behold them. It's said that the first you know of their coming is the muffled drumbeat of the oarsmaster and then they are among you. Torches fly into thatch and blood runs down the streets as they hew through flesh and bone with their axes and swords. They come to pillage and burn young mistress, and to take pretty little red-haired blacksmiths' daughters back to their ships,” he cackled again, joined this time by the farmers from the corner who were clearly listening in.”
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
“Ah... the wolves of the sea, come to ravage and burn the homes of, fat. Lazy. Farmers.” he said, raising his voice at the last and looking pointedly at the rotund farmer in the corner.
“From their frozen storm-lashed coasts they come, sailing in their galleys with fearsome figureheads the sight of which strikes fear into all that behold them. It's said that the first you know of their coming is the muffled drumbeat of the oarsmaster and then they are among you. Torches fly into thatch and blood runs down the streets as they hew through flesh and bone with their axes and swords. They come to pillage and burn young mistress, and to take pretty little red-haired blacksmiths' daughters back to their ships,” he cackled again, joined this time by the farmers from the corner who were clearly listening in.”
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
“When you've got nothing, Shalin, sometimes pride is all you can to cling to,” Miriam said simply. “Hmm,”
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
“Fie, fly, flee little manling”
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
― Fae: The Wild Hunt
“As I was saying, My Lord. This art is so much more about you than it is me. It's about expectation. It's about hope. Deep down you hold a secret hope that you will be freed. It doesn't matter that you're far too intelligent a man to really believe that to be true, the hope remains." He stood with a shrug and tapped the flat of the blade against his lips. "If I'm honest I don't know if you will ever be freed. The order could come to kill you tomorrow, or not. It is hope that this art deals in. Hope that you might know enough to make me stop, or at least give me pause. Hope is stronger than faith, more powerful that love. Hope is the lever that can move worlds.”
― Fae: The Sins of the Wyrde
― Fae: The Sins of the Wyrde
