Faerie Wine Quotes

“Tam would gut me if he caught you drinking that.”
“Always looking after your best interests,” I said, and pointedly chugged the contents of the glass.
It was like a million fireworks exploding inside me, filling my veins with starlight. I laughed aloud, and Lucien groaned.
“Human fool,” he hissed. But his glamour had been ripped away. His auburn hair burned like hot metal, and his russet eye smoldered like a bottomless forge. That was what I would capture next.
“I’m going to paint you,” I said, and giggled—actually giggled—as the words popped out.
“Cauldron boil and fry me,” he muttered, and I laughed again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“It was like a million fireworks exploding inside me, filling my veins with starlight.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Neither of us was hungry, but we managed to force down a little of Poe's bread, which was, as ever, delicious, buttery with a hint of chocolate, and very refreshing. Having finished the water we had brought with us, we were now forced to drink from creeks and streams. I was not happy about this, but there was no alternative.*

*In some stories, drinking from faerie streams has the same effect upon mortals as faerie wine.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“The dark fruity flavor was overwhelmed by the other sensations the wine brought— the feel of sunlight on my skin and the weight of the heavy braids that fell to my waist, the hair that was long enough for Elan to wrap around his wrist and up his arm until he wore it like a sleeve. The smell of summer rain hitting the dry prairie soil; and at the same time, the smell of pine and water and mountain flowers, all distinct, present but not clashing. The knowledge that I was loved. That I was among friends. The pleasant soreness in my legs that came from climbing a mountain, the taste of just-picked berries and fresh bread made from flour ground that morning.”
― Reena McCarty, The Tricky Business of Faerie Bargains