“The faerie's creamery was not too deep, happily, or at least it did not feel so; a chimneylike skylight cut into the stone roof admitted the warm gold-green light of the forest. Given the faerie's size, the workspace was expansive---… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“What did these brownies tell you? I'd no idea such Folk could help a Black Hound." He took my hand. "Shadow is ill, Em. Some congestion in his blood--- that is how the creatures described it. An illness of age, which they might have prevented before it set in, but which they could not cure." I sank back against my… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share
“Now, Shadow has never been fond of clothing, but he seemed to sense the importance of this particular imposition on his dignity, and held still while Wendell measured and draped him in iterations of what became a fine coat. It was a soft, velvety black, embroidered with a kingly amount of silver, which Wendell somehow made from a handful of… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share
“Do you wish to return to Cambridge, Em?" he said. "Because if that is the case, you need only say the word. I suppose I could return to teaching--- perhaps I could do both, or install a regent here, to rule in my stead. If there is one thing I will not stand for, it is for you to be… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share
“In fact, once I have retaken my throne, you will not have to do anything if you do not wish it. If you desire to sit in some corner of the castle hunched over your books and notepaper, bestirring yourself only to demand a tour of some brownie market or bogle den, then it will be done." I let out… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share
“My dear Orga is here on my lap, sleeping blissfully after I spoilt her with the best cuts of meat from the café and a great deal of cream. Rose made several withering remarks about the devilish nature of faerie cats, as well as my indulgence of her, which he seemed to think a bit maudlin, and yet I saw… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share
“And then I came to a place where the mountain stopped. Where there was nowhere else to go. I had reached the summit of… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“I picked up his hands and examined them, then gripped his chin in a carefully businesslike way and looked into his eyes. I saw… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“Naturally, Wendell's apartments are absurdly comfortable, and somehow there is the atmosphere of a forest about them, though I know this makes little sense.… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“He would never abandon me as Orga is so often abandoning Wendell. Dogs are proper companions, not the physical manifestation of caprice.” — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“Mara," Lusha said slowly, "what was River hiding?" "He's not human, Lusha." His face was blank with shock. "He's a witch.” — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“A boggart's arrogance knows no bounds; they fancy themselves above kings and queens." This was so rich that I actually snorted. Lord Taran gave… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“How did you keep your hands off him?" She gave me a sly look that I never could have imagined on her face before.… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
