#faerie

In all likelihood fairies of larger stature were ancient gods in a state of decay, while their diminutive congeners were the swarming spirits of primitive imagination. ↗

— Lewis Spence

#faeries #faery #fairy #fey #imagination

Iron. Ice. A Love Doomed From the Start ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#fantasy #iron-king #love

I didn't want to fight with him. And yet I could not promise him what I most wanted to give - my love, the promise that I would stay with him in the Winter Court, that I would throw caution aside and be with him. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#romance #love

But unlike you," said Jace, "there is nothing of hell in us." "You are mortal; you age; you die," the Queen said dismissively. "If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#hell #jace-wayland #age

I could resist no longer. The love, the desire tearing apart my sould was more than I could bear. I allowed him to take my arm, allowed myself to melt into him, to close my eyes and inhale once more his scent of lavender and winter skies as we walked together towards the orchards. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#love

Hmm, I officially amend my previous statement. Clearly one of them is that stupid. ↗

— Kimberly Spencer

#ya-paranormal #ya-urban-fantasy #young-adult #urban-fantasy

For the trouble with the real folk of Faerie is that they do not always look like what they are; and they put on the pride and beauty that we would fain wear ourselves. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#beauty

Either you’re one hell of an actress, or you’re the dumbest person to ever walk the face of this planet. ↗

— Kimberly Spencer

#ya-fairy-tale #ya-paranormal #young-adult-urban-fantasy #urban-fantasy

Thankfully the rest of the world assumed that the Irish were crazy, a theory that the Irish themselves did nothing to debunk. They had somehow got it into their heads that each fairy lugged around a pot of gold with him wherever he went. While it was true that LEP had a ransom fund, because of its officers' high-risk occupation, no human had ever taken a chunk of it yet. This didn't stop the Irish population in general from skulking around rainbows, hoping to win the supernatural lottery. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#irish #supernatural

He leaned forward then and put his face in the crook of my neck, so he could smell the warmth rising from it. His nose touched my skin, just enough to make me shiver. When he spoke again, it was right next to my ear, and his voice was deep, and his breath moved the fine hairs on my ear, starting a vibration deep within my eardrum. “But that smell, right there,” He murmured, “That smell is all you. I love that smell too. I want to wear that smell on my skin and roll around in it. I want to live in that smell alone." --Wounded (Bracken to Cory) ↗

— Amy Lane

#faeries #fairies #magic #paranormal-romance #love