“Maman, warum gehen wir nicht hinunter in den Palast? Wir brauchen doch nicht lange dortzubleiben, ganz bestimmt nicht. Was hat dich dort so erschreckt?" Diesmal antwortete sie. Sie nahm meine Hände in ihre und drückte sie, bis meine Finger knackten.… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“It was called the Smiling War because it left so many skulls, white and grinning, in the fields.” — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“I look up at the painting. It's not even that interesting. Definitely doesn't grab me and shake my brain around like the meadow scene… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“There's this special talent that humans have that they can be unhappy no matter where they are. But humans have another special talent: We… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“He wanted a faery. More than anything else in the world. He had already imagined exactly how it should happen. He would set up… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“A word could cause a riot, ink could spell a man’s death, and the Sidhe knew those weapons like the backs of their hands.… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“Pikey Thomas dreamed of plums and caramel apples the night the faery-with-the-peeling-face stole his right eye.” — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“The Buddelbinsters, he’d heard them called. Once they’d had seven changeling children, and Bartholomew had seen them playing in the windows and the doorways.… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“Maman, warum gehen wir nicht hinunter in den Palast? Wir brauchen doch nicht lange dortzubleiben, ganz bestimmt nicht. Was hat dich dort so erschreckt?"… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“What is this liking ? If you liked everything that happened to you, you would be quite the most feeble person. A thousand things… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“She was too thin, her face all sharp bones and pale skin, tinged blue from lack of sunlight. Ugly, like him. Her eyes were… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“A philosopher,' said Mrs. Cantanker, stalking across the study, black heels clicking, ruby silks whispering around her ankles, 'is one who attempts to capture… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“But you will not spare a drop of pity because I am rich? We have death in our gilded courts, too. We have disease… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
