“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.… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“Now, Shadow has never been fond of clothing, but he seemed to sense the importance of this particular imposition on his dignity, and held… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“Do you wish to return to Cambridge, Em?" he said. "Because if that is the case, you need only say the word. I suppose… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“In fact, once I have retaken my throne, you will not have to do anything if you do not wish it. If you desire… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“My dear Orga is here on my lap, sleeping blissfully after I spoilt her with the best cuts of meat from the café and… — Heather Fawcett Copy Share Image
“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
