As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we. — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“The faery lords are immortal. Those who have songs ballads and stories written about them never die. Belief worship imagination we were born of the dreams and fears of mortals and if we are remembered even in some small way… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Ash,” Mab crooned as he drew near. “My poor boy. Rowan told me what happened between the two of you, but I know you… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“As Annwyl turned away, Keirran rose swiftly, not touching her but very close. "I'm not afraid of exile," he said quietly, and the Summer… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“The nurse whirled and fixed him with a gimlet eye. “You—” she began, then threw her hands up. “Go get ready, idiot. You’ve been… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Don't worry too much about him, Meghan. Robin Goodfellow has always been extra-ordinarily difficult to kill." -Ash” — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Oh, come on. I want to see the big-spiky-ball thing." "You do not need a flail." Kanin scowled, as though imagining what I could… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Ruth's mouth dropped open, her delicate face contorting in outrage. 'Steal? How dare you! I don't steal!' 'That's good,' I went on, smirking at… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“His forehead bumped softly against mine, his brilliant silver gaze searing into me. "I plan to keep you, from everyone, for as long as… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“So nice to see you, human,” a voice purred from an overhead branch. Grimalkin sniffed, looking from me to Keirran, and smiled. “How amusing… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Human?' The girl cocked her head the other way. I caught a glimpse of pink gills under her chin. 'My sisters told me stories… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Try Not to bleed so much on the thorns," he said as I jabbed myself in the palm and hissed in pain. "Right Now,… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Ethan stood there, his face blue and wrinkled, his lips pulled into a rictus grin. In one hand, he clutched a butcher knife. Blood… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Care to join me, Goodfellow?” “Oh, ice-boy. A moonlight stroll with you? Do you even have to ask?” — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
