Fae Quotes

“I could have mixed a thousand colors together, but I would never have been able to paint his eyes as I saw them then, in all their evanescent beauty. - Breena Malloy about Kian from Bitter Frost by Kailin Gow.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“Fairies were different. In the winding mountain paths and emerald-topped forests of Feyland, there were so many magical creatures.”
― Kailin Gow, Frost Kisses

“But if all my paintings were imitations of the images in my brain, then the images in my brain had always been only echoes of this. We were in Feyland at last. - Breena Malloy from Bitter Frost by Kailin Gow.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“So – you're almost human!”
He looked somewhat offended. “I think you'd better say that humans are almost fairy.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“Simple evolution. Most humans die of a fairy kiss; only the strong ones survive. So any halfies – they're made of some pretty strong stuff. Simple evolution." - Pan from Bitter Frost by Kailin Gow.”
― Kailin Gow, Bitter Frost

“She would let her soul hide while her body was consumed with magic, fire, and boiling blood. A riveting communion.”
― J.Z.N. McCauley, The Oathing Stone

“Someone once told me that Fate will chew you up and spit you out many times, taking you away from those you love and dumping you into places you never wanted to be. It’s up to each of us where we choose to belong.”
― Donna Grant, Heat

“Your wish, my command, MacKayla.” He smiled. “Shall we spend tomorrow at the beach together?”
Barrons moved beside me. “She’s busy tomorrow.”
“Are you busy tomorrow, MacKayla?”
“She’s working on old texts with me.”
V’lane gave me a pitying look. “Ah. Old texts. A banner day at the bookstore.”
“We’re translating the Kama Sutra,” Barrons said, “with interactive aids.”
I almost choked. “You’re never around during the day.”
“Why is that?” V’lane was the picture of innocence.
“I’ll be around tomorrow,” Barrons said.
“All day?” I asked.
“The entire day.”
“She will be naked on a beach with me.”
“She’s never been naked in a bed with you. When she comes, she roars.”
“I know what she sounds like when she comes. I have given her multiple orgasms merely by kissing her.”
“I’ve given her multiple orgasms by fucking her. For months, fairy.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“Come here, she said. "I need to hold someone, and you need to be held. It's a fair trade. Just for a little while, and then we can go on being what we are.”
― Seanan McGuire, An Artificial Night

“It’s raining,” she said with a glower out the window.
He rose and walked around the island to stand next to her. “Shall we spend the day before a roaring fire making love?”
― Donna Grant, Heat

“It’s been a while since I’ve wanted to smile.”
“So all you needed was sex?” he teased.”
― Donna Grant, Heat

“And here I thought that smile you wore was because of me.”
― Donna Grant, Heat

“The excitement that filled Usaeil could barely be contained. She knew it wouldn’t take Taraeth long to corner Rhi.

As she walked past a mirror on her way to the movie set, she paused and looked at herself. Perfection. There was no way Con would refuse her. He was making a show of it, but she knew he’d cave.

It didn’t matter how long it took, the King of Kings would be hers.

That was something else she’d tell Rhi right before the pesky meddler breathed her last. The need to have Rhi wiped from existence consumed her.

Usaeil wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else until Rhi was gone. Forever. No one would stand between the Queen of the Light and what she wanted. Especially not someone like Rhi.”
― Donna Grant, Heat

“Faerie footprints are specks of magic that the earth couldn't bear to part with.”
― J.Z.N. McCauley, The Oathing Stone

“I'll tear down your realm, starting with this castle.”
― J.Z.N. McCauley, The Oathing Stone

“Prologue
When the ancient bards wove the tale of the great O’Quinlan clan in Navan, Eire, they foretold of destinies that would forever change the lives of these noble warriors.
One might deem that it all began with the eldest male, yet, the story began with the youngest – a daughter. To protect Fiona O’Quinlan from the enemy of their clan, her brother, Desmond, sought out a Fenian Fae Warrior to escort her to safety during a fierce battle.
However, as with any request to the Fae, all did not go as Desmond wished. The Fae had already set in motion their own plan, and their sister was sent to another time.
The O’Quinlan clan would not be reunited with Fiona for many years. When they were, they were told her fate was destined with another – Alastair MacKay, a feared, and battle-scarred Dragon Knight. Though Desmond and his brothers eventually accepted their sister’s love for the MacKay, Desmond harbored lingering doubts over the match.
And as one year bled into the next, Desmond’s anger at the MacKay grew.
Unbeknown to Desmond, his time had come to fulfill the bardic prophecy and take his place as a ruling warrior. Furthermore, in order to step forward on his journey, he must relinquish the fury of the past and open his heart and mind to only one emotion.
Love.”
― Mary Morgan, A Highland Moon Enchantment

“The first time her grandfather had told her of her heritage, she’d laughed, thinking it was a jest. But as they’d walked down the streets of Galway, he began pointing out the Fae.
That was the day her life changed. At eight years old, she’d felt the weight of the world drop upon her shoulders.”
― Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Lover

“We know her days are numbered, so we watch and wait.”
― Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Lover

“She turned back to him. “I’ve never seen a Fae like you.”
“Because there is no other like me.”
She suspected no truer words had ever been spoken.”
― Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Lover

“Her thoughts drifted to Fintan. His voice was deep and so captivating that she wondered if he used it on purpose. Almost like a weapon, but one of silk and seduction instead of steel and blood.”
― Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Lover

“I’m not sure I fear Death or the Reaper anymore.”
― Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Lover

“Even Spiderman can still have sex.”
― Dani Harper, Storm Bound

“To hold the Gift is to be both a student and a teacher, ever learning and yet wise.
To hold the Gift is to be a seeker of truth and a revealer of that which is hidden.
To hold the Gift is to give without condition and to receive with gratitude.
To hold the Gift is to give hope to the innocent and to uphold the cause of the wronged.
To hold the Gift is to guard the helpless and to remove power from the cruel.
To hold the Gift is to strengthen the just and to turn greed upon itself.
To hold the Gift is to protect the balance in all things and to restore harmony.
To hold the Gift is to comfort the mind and spirit, and to heal both heart and body.
To hold the Gift is to be a bridge between worlds and to be a bearer of light.”
― Dani Harper, Storm Bound

“He closed his eyes and softly coaxed her lips to open to him, traced the sensitive corners of her mouth with his tongue, held her close enough to hear her heart beat, and sensed the instant it began to match his. He shared her breath and held it in as if he could keep it there inside him, mingled with his own. He held her gently yet firmly against him, close enough that the scant layer of fabric she wore couldn’t hide the press of her nipples against his chest.”
― Dani Harper, Storm Bound

“Is that why this body of yours is in such perfect shape? Because it’s in damn excellent condition for being ten centuries old.”
― Dani Harper, Storm Bound

“I’m a man again, and a man works.”
― Dani Harper, Storm Bound

“It wasn’t like he was going to bite her—and she was immediately sorry she’d thought of that, because hey, it sounded kind of hot. What she wouldn’t give just for a repeat of that killer kiss…”
― Dani Harper, Storm Bound

“Young people just don’t take love seriously anymore.”
“I do.” Aidan’s voice was quiet.”
― Dani Harper, Storm Bound

“He clamped her to himself with one powerful arm and devoured her mouth. His other hand rubbed her in hard circles from the back of her slender neck to the tops of her thighs, grasping, gripping, kneading. Memorizing her shape by touch and pressing her soft curves into his hard planes. He was starved, and his hunger was a live thing. He wanted, needed, everything, all at once. And there was nothing he could do to rein it in.”
― Dani Harper, Storm Bound

“Five years that she had been taking care of her sisters and the land. Five years where she’d dedicated everything to training for a supposed event that might or might not occur. How many of her ancestors had done the same thing? How many others had watched the years pass them by as they held to their believes with such certainty that they died for it? More importantly, did she want to be a casualty to this... whatever it was? “What do I do?” she asked the air. She threw out her arms and lifted her face to the sky. “What do I do?!” Her arms fell to her sides as she lowered her head. How could she have been so certain of things for so long, and now doubt everything? “What do you do about what?” The sound of the male voice startled her, causing her jerk around. She found him with one leg braced on the summit as he paused on the trail, a black brow quirked. Ettie opened her mouth, but there were no words as she took in the sight of him. He was...beautiful in a rugged, untamed way that made her heart race and her stomach quiver. It became impossible to breathe as she drank in the cut of his jaw and square chin. She tried not to stare at his mouth and thick bottom lip, but all she could think about was what it would be like to kiss him. Then she looked into his eyes. They were molten silver, dark and enigmatic like mercury. Those gorgeous eyes framed with long, black lashes watched her with the concentration of a hawk. Layers of thick ebony hair fell nearly to his shoulders with the top half of it pulled away from his face. He wore only a denim shirt and a cream tee beneath it along with faded jeans and black boots. She didn’t know how he was up there without a coat. His lips slowly pulled into a smile, and she realized she’d been ogling him. Ettie glanced away, but her gaze returned immediately. She laughed nervously, still unable to find words. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said as he took the last step to the top. “I assumed since you shouted your question you might want an answer.” His Irish brogue was deep, throaty, and absolutely sexy. It was slightly different than anything she’d heard before, and she wanted more.”
― Donna Grant, Dark Alpha's Night