Fairy World Quotes

“The staircase seemed much longer going up than coming down. Perhaps that was always the way in a fairy world. The man she had ransomed, the man she needed, had his arm locked around hers. They leaned against each other, shoulder against shoulder, two humans in a place where no humans should ever have come. When Marra looked over at him in the sickly firefly light, she could see a silvery terror in his eyes, mastered but very much alive. Bonedog walked beside them, Marra's hand wrapped around the rope collar. She felt the illusion of fur against her fingers, except when she didn't and he briefly felt like bones.”
― T. Kingfisher, Nettle & Bone

“Dr. Farris Rose has served as Department Head for over a decade, taking over from Letitia Barrister, who was abducted by a bogle in the Hebrides and returned several weeks later aged to approximately ninety (she'd been forty-eight when she vanished).”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“In that stillness, I drew out the seed of shimmering gold from my heart, imagining it flowing through my body with twining roots. In the darkness behind my eyelids, with no sight to interfere, the floral notes of Immortal Rose sharpened, became greener, like the memory of their earliest life, when they’d first pushed through the garden’s soil.
Then, as if I had dreamt them into being, they were before me, a vision of a vast, lush garden that spread out as far as the eye could see in every direction. Blankets of pink, blue, red, and purple blooms swayed in some phantom breeze. The sight of them allowed me to step out of that fear I’d felt, the horror, and into something pure, and mine.
I had escaped here so many times as a child, not knowing what it was, only seeking a safe place to hide from the pain of beatings. Even now, it had the power to soothe me.
I took a step forward and was rewarded with the release of the warm, sparkling flutter in my chest. The sky was crystal clear, the color of the finest aquamarine. Here, it was always day. There were no shadows.
Flowers and herbs sprung from the soil as I continued down the path, as if eager to follow me to the soul of the garden. Jasmine bloomed on ancient stone walls, and here and there, the lilies turned their faces toward me, encouraging. I felt Mama walking beside me as surely as I felt my own heartbeat.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Immortal Rose