Rebecca

“Here’s the way the law works,” Carter said, “since it’s clear you aren’t smart enough to know. First, there’s an investigation where we gather evidence. Once we have evidence, we arrest people. I don’t care if you’re mayor of the universe. You still can’t direct me to arrest someone without evidence. So either shut up and let me do my job correctly or get in there and clean your own damned kitchen.”
― Jana Deleon, Hurricane Force

“I shrugged. “Some people need more than words.” “Ha!” Gertie said. “Celia needs therapy.” “Celia needs an exorcism,” Ida Belle corrected. I looked at Carter.”
― Jana Deleon, Reel of Fortune

“In the heart of the house lay a garden.
In the heart of the garden stood a tree.
In the heart of the tree lived an old man who wore the shape of a red-haired boy with cracker-nut eyes that seemed as bright as salmon tails glinting up the water.
His was a riddling wisdom, older by far than the ancient oak that housed his body. The green sap was his blood, and leaves grew in his hair. In the winter, he slept. In the spring, the moon harped a windsong against his antler tines as the oak's boughs stretched its green buds awake. In the summer, the air was thick with the droning of bees and the scent of wildflowers that grew in stormy profusion where the fat brown bole became root.
And in the autumn, when the tree loosed its bounty to the ground below, there were hazelnuts lying in among the acorns.
The secrets of a Green Man.”
― Charles de Lint

“It's not fair." "Well, you know what Jools says about fair." Sara shook her head. "It's just the first third of fairy tale and you won't find either in the real world.”
― Charles de Lint, Spiritwalk