Heather Fawcett > Quotes

“Perhaps it is always restful to be around someone who does not expect anything from you beyond what is in your nature.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“One doesn’t need magic if one knows enough stories.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Get inside! You're bleeding!"
"I will not bleed any less indoors, you utter madwoman.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“If anyone were to claim greater happiness in their careers than I do in poking about sunlit wildwoods for faerie footprints, I should not believe it.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“The Folk were of another world, with its own rules and customs—and to a child who always felt ill-suited to her own world, the lure was irresistible.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“I knew you wouldn’t believe it. Just because you have a heart filled with the dust of a thousand library stacks does not mean everybody does.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“I prefer your company, Em."
He said it as if it were obvious. I snorted again, assuming he was teasing me. "Over the company of a tavern filled with a rapt and grateful audience? I'm sure you do."
"Over anyone else's company." Again, he said it with some amusement, as if wondering what I was doing speculating about something so evident.
"You are drunk," I said.
"Shall I prove it to you?"
"No, you shan't," I said, alarmed, but he was already sweeping to the floor, bending his knee and taking my hand between his.
"What in God's name are you doing?" I said between my teeth. "And why are you doing it now?"
"Shall I make an appointment?" he said, then laughed. "Yes, I believe you would like that. Well, name the time when it would be convenient for you to receive a declaration of love."
"Oh, get up," I said, furious now. "What sort of jest is this, Wendell?"
"You don't believe me?" He smiled, all mischief, a look I'd seen from other Folk, enough to know not to trust him one inch. "Ask for my true name, and I'll give it to you."
"Why on earth would you do that?" I demanded, yanking my hand back.
"Oh, Em," he said forlornly. "You are the cleverest dolt I have ever met."
I stared at him, my heart thundering. Of course, I am not a dolt in any sense; I had supposed he felt something for me and had only hoped he would keep it to himself. Forever. Not that a part of me didn't wish for the opposite. But that was when I assumed his feelings in that respect were equivalent to what he felt for any of the nameless women who passed in and out of his bed. And why would I lower myself to that, when he and I already had something that was vastly more valuable?”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“...books became my best friends.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Were you expecting me to throw myself at you? Would you have then said a dozen pretty things about my eyes or hair?"
"No, it would have been, 'Get off me, you imposter, and tell me what you did with Emily.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“The problem is not the packing, I admit; I simply dislike travelling. Why people wish to wander to and fro when they could simply remain at home is something I will never understand. Everything is the way I like it here.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“I wish to know the unknowable. To see what no mortal has seen. To peel back the carpeting of the world and tumble into the stars.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“I was delighted to sit in the corner with my food and a book and speak to no one.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“If I frightened my cat as I had Shadow, she'd ignore me for days, or possibly put a curse on me, but then cats have self-respect.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“I will never again believe you to be incapable of hard work."
He shuddered, "Being capable is not the same as being inclined, Em.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Assassins are a monstrous breed. Either they attack when you are at your worst, or they are having a go at you on your birthday. I have never known a more dishonourable profession.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Em, I must confess—I am in awe of you. I believe I am also a little frightened.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“How was it that I suddenly had faerie kings, plural, demanding to marry me?”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“if something is impossible, you cannot be terrible at it”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“And you shall shut yourself away forever in those old stones with your books and your mysteries like a dragon with her hoard, having as little association with the living as possible and emerging only to breathe fire at your students.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“There is nothing trivial about good coffee.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“I have learned there is one thing a person never tires of, no matter how long they live. And that is being in love. All else is ash and ember.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“Rose asked me why I was not more surprised by your feat. He does not understand you as I do, Em, but as you seem to consider him a friend now, I told him the truth: in order to be surprised, I could not have known already that you are capable of anything.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“I may be of use to you yet, my dear dragon.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“I have never needed rescuing before. I suppose I always assumed that if I ever did, I would have two options: rescue myself or perish.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“The worst of it was that Bambleby had warned me away from the tree - if I descended into a murderous rage, or turned into a tree myself, he would be very smug about it.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Dear Emily,” he said as I sat down, not troubling to lift his head from his hand but smiling at me slantwise. “You look as if you’ve come from a wrestling match with one of your books. May I ask who won?”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“There's a bump in your nose now."
He glared at me. "There is not."
"Your mouth is lopsided."
He opened his mouth to argue, but then he just let out a weary groan. "What is the point? I am hideous. I can't wait to change myself back again."
"Don't. I prefer you like this."
He looked surprised, then he began to smile. "Do you?"
"Yes," I said. "You blend into the background. I could almost forget about you entirely. It's refreshing."
Naturally, he found a way to twist this into a compliment. "And am I ordinarily a distraction to you, Em?”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Would you prefer to wait?”
In answer, he kissed me—much more slowly than the kiss I had given him, and more skillfully too, I’m afraid. Afterwards he didn’t lean back as I expected, but trailed his lips down my neck, sending a shiver skittering through me.
“You can begin by removing your clothes,” I said. “If you would like to. To clarify, this is a suggestion, not a demand.”
“Oh, Em,” he said, laughing softly against my neck. I had my hands in his hair, which was now quite mussed, something that made me absurdly happy.
“I’m sorry,” I said, self-conscious now. “Perhaps I shouldn’t talk.”
“Whyever not?” He drew back, examining me with a perplexed smile. “I like the way you talk. And everything else about you, in fact. Is that not clear by now?”
I felt laughter bubble up inside me, but I hid it behind a mock-serious expression. “I’m not sure.”
His smile changed, and he trailed his hand down the side of my neck. “Let me show you.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Can’t you sense what enchantments are stored in the stones?” I demanded. “No!” I threw my hands up in frustration. “Then why do you keep on breaking them?” “Because you told me to, you lunatic!”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“I must write it down. For it is in writing that I will discover a way out. A door within the story. There is one. It cannot end here. Yet some stories do.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales