“He thought of one of those girls frowning over a book, pushing a lock of brown hair back over one oddly curved ear. He thought of the way she looked at him, brows narrowed in suspicion. Scornful and alert. Awake. Alive. He imagined her as a mindless servant and felt a rush of something he couldn't quite untangle- horror, and also a sort of terrible relief. No ensorcelled human could look at him as she did.” ThoughtHolly BlackThe Folk Of The AirJude DuarteCardan GreenbriarJudeCardanLookingConfusing Thoughts Book:How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories Source: How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories