Fairyworld Quotes

“A beau­ti­ful girl in a love­ly world
Touches the stars and her wings unfurl.”
― L. S. Hartfield

“Bluebells rose misty from the ground. Angus reined to a stop, with a door between the worlds in front of them, a stone bridge that formed a half circle above a deep running stream. He would not cross over now, not until he held Anett firmly on the saddle before him.
On the stream's far side lay Faerie, and the trees were older and thicker, wise with lichens. An owl hovered on silent wings. Down in the water, he saw a flash of white legs, a swirl of long green hair, the water nixies that lived beneath the bridge.”
― Kathleen Schwab, Queenswood

“This place was hers. She grew aware of the many kinds of trees that made this Great Web, branches crowning overhead, roots speaking to each other beneath the soil. She knew a few names: oak, larch, rowan. She caught her breath at the great age of the elder trees. She closed her eyes, and her head bowed with concentration, for she sensed they wished to speak to her. Yes, these were the oldest trees, reaching to her with images rather than words. They marked the years with rings inside their trunks. Look, look, so many we have seen! Then, in her mind, she was plunging down with the flow of sap, into the earth, and her mind recoiled, but the trees wanted her to see their rich life down in the soil, their roots reaching out long pathways, finding what they needed in the silence and dark.
Rhiannon gasped, opened her eyes. The forest was speaking to her, telling her of its life. Not one tree, but the whole Queenswood. Many voices. She looked up, willing herself to see this forest again as a cathedral. Her eyes sought the autumn leaves that a moment ago appeared so like the stained glass above the altar at Rosewood.
All at once, they were falling toward her like rain, withering to brown as they touched the ground. She gasped again, looking down and seeing them break apart into powder about her feet. She looked up, expecting bare branches, but instead, green leaves thronged overhead.
This place was unnatural.”
― Kathleen Schwab, Queenswood

“The Earth they made of words: This new world they made of music. They worked more quickly this time, for creating Earth taught them many things, and they grew both bold and fanciful. Faerie's foundation they made neither rigid nor fiery at the center but fluid. The plants were green-growing things, but each also had its guardian spirit who watched over it and argued its case with all the other small advocates of the forest. Rivers and waterfalls had their fae as well, so the forests of Faerie hummed and buzzed with voices.
Now the Three threw caution to the winds, and they made the animals even more wondrous than those of Earth: unicorns and dragons, hippogriffs and winged cats. They made horses who hatched in the sea, and deer who flew.”
― Kathleen Schwab, Queenswood

“It would be as true to say the Three grew Faerie like a vine, using the hardwood of Earth as a support. The tree of Earth and vine of Faerie flourished together, drinking the sunshine of the Three, like two friends passing a cup of summer wine back and forth on an endless afternoon. In time the two worlds grew around and into each other, and in some places could hardly be told apart. These places became doors between the worlds. From time to time, animals found their way through the doors, and birds became particularly adept at this, crossing easily from side to side.”
― Kathleen Schwab, Queenswood