“He wanted a faery. More than anything else in the world. He had already imagined exactly how it should happen. He would… — Stefan Bachmann Copy Share Image
“It was a fine day by London's standards. Which meant it was a day slightly less likely to suffocate you and poison… — 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
