Jennifer

“Her neck was long and slender, making her head seem smaller than it was, and the mane that fell almost to the middle of her back was as soft as dandelion fluff and as fine as cirrus. She had pointed ears and thin legs, with feathers of white hair at the ankles; and the long horn above her eyes shone and shivered with its own seashell light even in the deepest midnight.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“It cannot be an ill fortune to have loved a unicorn,”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“My father does not deserve my sorrow, only relief. He can no longer torment anyone.”
― Emily R. King, The Fire Queen

“The dark does not like to be ignored, and its call is sweet like honey, but it will devour you whole and spit you out.”
― Chanda Hahn, The Iron Butterfly