Faerie Courts Quotes

“Let's assume it was probably internal fairy stuff. That cuts it down to three suspects."

"Three?"

"The three people who could have managed it.
Summer Queen, Winter Queen, Winter Knight. 1, 2, 3."

"Harry, I said it could have been one of the queens...."

I blinked up at the skull.

"There are more than two?"

"Yea... technically there are three."

"THREE?"

"...In each court."

THREE QUEENS? In each court?! That's just silly..."

"No, not if you think about it. Each court has three queens. The queen who was, the queen who is, and the queen who is to come."

"Greeeat.... Which one does the knight work for?"

"All of them. It's kind of a group thing. He has different duties to each queen."

I felt the headache start at the base of my neck and creep towards the base of my head.”
― Jim Butcher, Summer Knight

“Wendell's first inclination upon waking from the dead was, naturally, to throw a party. At this he failed, for a party was already unfolding. A troupe of musicians had established themselves on the lakeshore below the gardens, where there is a large pavilion; another was set up in the banquet hall, which, when Wendell and I arrived, we found already bursting with a chaotic array of food. There were oysters from the southern coast, whole roasted trout, a bubbling vat of caramel for dipping apples, and bread loaves positioned randomly about the room, as well as the queer blue sandwich cakes that were a court favorite--- the blue came from blueberry preserves and a sharp cheese, which were layered with a sweet cloudlike batter. From the look and smell of things, they should have been dreadful, but I had already acquired a taste for them.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“The weather in the Plaza was always perfect, and even compared to the rest of the Carter Lane campus, it was a beautiful space. A full acre of ground, lush with bright tufts of native grasses. Tall yucca, hidden patches of prickly pear, pink bitterroot and bright blue flax and a hundred other wildflowers all clumped together. Spring buttercups and balsamroot bloomed side by side with midsummer lupines and paintbrush, and the sunflowers and snow asters that didn't bloom until September out in the fully real world. It never changed. The Cross Worlds Plaza wasn't quite Otherside, but wasn't exactly the human world either. Like the name suggested, it stood in between.
In the center of the Plaza stood a stone circle. The boulders were different colors and types of rock-- rough pink granite from the Eastern Court territory in Maine, smooth white marble from an Alabama quarry in Southern Court land, warm orange Texas sandstone from the Summer Court, and dusty Michigan limestone representing Winter. There was basalt from the Northern court in Washington, and even a chunk of onyx marble from California, from the site of the former Western court, which had been snuffed out before I was even born. At the heart of the circle stood a stack of three wide, flat stones-- shale and slate from Idaho and Montana, topped with a thin, shiny disk of Wyoming obsidian.”
― Reena McCarty, The Tricky Business of Faerie Bargains