Tyler

“The Folk were of another world, with its own rules and customs—and to a child who always felt ill-suited to her own world, the lure was irresistible.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“How was it that I suddenly had faerie kings, plural, demanding to marry me?”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Your mortal lover has a mind like crystals," she said. "Sharp and cold. I would like her for my own."
"That's very thoughtful of you," was all he said in reply to this statement, which was appalling on a great many levels.
"Truly," the woman pressed. "Would you trade her? Your power is of the summerlands, but I will gift you with the hand of winter."
"Thank you," Wendell said; he seemed to be struggling to hold back laughter. "But I am satisfied with my hands as they are. And unless you have a key to my forest kingdom across the sea, I will not be trading my mortal lover today."
I was going to kill him.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Ask me no questions, mon amour, and I’ll tell you no lies. Another half-formed memory. Useless. Broken.
Like a witch hunter who couldn’t kill a witch.”
― Shelby Mahurin, Gods & Monsters