“Whatever Your Dreams Are...
Make Sure You Live Them”
Source: Bullying Ben: How Benjamin Franklin Overcame Bullying
“Yes, I wanted to remain here in Faerie, with Wendell. Yes, I knew it went against reason and common sense--- ordinarily two of my strengths. My arguments with Rose had been nonsense all along, because the truth was that I agreed with him. Of course it wasn't a sane decision to befriend a monarch of the Folk, let alone marry one, particularly if he reigned over the Silva Lupi. Nor did I think Wendell was different from other Folk, particularly--- kinder, less enigmatic, or somehow more human. I simply didn't care. I loved him, and I suspected that I would grow to love this beautiful, horrifying place if given the chance. I wanted the chance. I wanted Faerie, its every secret and its every door.
If there was danger in my decision--- and I knew there was--- then so be it. I would accept danger, if it meant I could have this.”
Source: Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands
“I realized that part of me had been waiting for Wendell to make a miraculous recovery. To rescue us all, as well as himself, just when we needed him most. It would fit the pattern of innumerable stories.
But perhaps Wendell wasn't part of his kingdom's story anymore. Or he was, but merely as a footnote, a trial for his stepmother to overcome as she rose from powerful to unstoppable-- to irrevocably weave herself into the fabric of her world, as the king of Ljosland had.
And if he was a footnote, what did that make me?
I leaned close, breathing in the smell of his hair--- the salt of sweat; smoke from the fire; and the distant smell of green leaves that never left him.
"My answer is yes," I whispered in his ear.”
Source: Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands
“I've always known I would watch you die," he said. "I've like the idea less and less as the years have gone by. I'd trade many a year to give you an extra month, and still consider I'd got the better end of the deal.”
Source: Forest of Dreams and Whispers
“He was swishing his hand absently through the rushing water, looking as pleased as a cat in a sunbeam. His beauty seemed to me to have assumed an even more ethereal quality since we'd stepped through the door--- was it my imagination? His hair was like dark gold lit by firelight.”
Source: Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales
“The logic of worldly success rests on a fallacy: the strange error that our perfection depends on the thoughts and opinions and applause of other men!”
Source: The Seven Storey Mountain
“Every spell comes at a cost, and the price of magic will be paid by all.
For the O’Cleary sisters, that lesson may cost one of them their soul.”
Source: The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel
“The flames of hell may scorch the flesh,
but the whispers of devils will sear the soul.
They are temptation and sin.
They are desire and despair.
Be careful where you seek answers.
Not all costs are worth paying.”
Source: The Price of Magic: A Cursed Magic Novel
“Only in death has the payment be made. Milesian and Sidhe will make this blood trade.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel
“Once quaking with the thunderous hoofbeats of the Wild Hunt, the ground was now littered with the broken limbs of the fallen, swept into the fray by the raging beasts. Bodies fell like autumn leaves, painting the mossy floor red. Their lifeless eyes stared up at the darkened sky, frozen in time, as yet another plea went unanswered by the goddess. They tried, in vain, to do what no other had done before, to rise up against an enemy made of shadows and hate, magic and malice.”
Source: The Cost of Curses: A Cursed Magic Novel