Faerie Fruit Quotes

“I feel light. I am unwinding. I am unfurling like a banner.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“I could not make it grow. But I made more apples." She drew an apple from the folds of her gown. Alaine gasped. It was translucent, with a blush like blood on ice in its thin skin. "Try it."
The Fae woman held the apple to Alaine, who took a step back, all of Gran's warnings and fears flooding into her at once.
"I know better than to eat Fae food."
The woman smiled a sharp grin. "Of course you do. This wouldn't harm or bind you. It is offered freely, and offered in your world, not ours. But--- as you will." She split the apple in two with her little fingers as she stepped near the edge of the ring. The fruit snapped like dry bread, drops of silvery juice falling on the grass like dew. "What food is shared cannot bind," she intoned solemnly, and held the slice of fruit to Alaine with a steady hand.
Tentatively, Alaine took half the apple. Her teeth sank into it as though she were biting into water, and the pale starlight flesh yielded and dissipated in her mouth. The sensation was unsettling and deeply unsatisfying, but the taste--- the flavor of the fairy apple was newly unfurled blossoms under sunlight and tart fresh cider and, faintly, the smoke of applewood.”
― Rowenna Miller, The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill

“They gathered in the center of the Court as evening deepened the gloom of the forest. Tables covered with Fae delicacies rose from the moss itself and parted the waters of the brook. Delphine had not imagined that temptation could wield such strength. There was no hunger, only desire; she had not felt hunger, or thirst, or any other mundane discomfort since she crossed through the linden. But the fruits and breads and crystalline ices and even those things far stranger--- clouds encapsulated by thin leaves, braided blossoms that shimmered with uncanny glaze, lacework wafers like the finest marzipan--- all of it beckoned her, begged her to taste, to try. Their scents were faint but heady, rosewater and citrus and pungent herbs and the air after the rain. They promised more--- savor, yes, but deeper, thicker draughts of pleasure, joy, knowledge.”
― Rowenna Miller, The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill

“He draws the fruit towards my mouth, the nectar spilling over his hand. My lips part as I go to take a bite. The honey-sweet juice coats my tongue with a satisfying tang. My head falls back as I indulge, nectar dripping down my neck. The flesh of the fruit is radiant. It shimmers like the angel's skin. His skin. I realize I'm touching his skin. Velvet and dripping in juice. Velvet and full of heat. Smooth. Shimmering and smooth. Firecracker freckles burst on his flesh, bumps of chills and shivers, yet he's still warm. Velvet and cashmere and heat.
The euphoria has already begun.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea