#fae

She was never going to get used to how much the Faeries seem to stare at her, as if dissecting her and examining the little pieces inside her like a science project.~Ever Fire: A Dark Faerie Tale #2 ↗

— Alexia Purdy

#faeries #fairy #fey #paranormal #ya

Meghan!" The voice called to me again, and I recognized it now. It was his voice, the voice of my knight, frantic and tormented, pulling me back from the void. "Meghan, no!" it pleaded, echoing in the blackness. "Don't do this. Come on, wake up. Please." The last word was a desperate, whispered sob, and I opened my eyes. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#paranormal

He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#fae #fantasy #good-read #moon-called #vampires

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#fae #mercy-thompson #urban-fantasy #vampires #werewolves

Some of the fae have an odd idea of bride send-offs," he explained "including, according to Zee, kidnapping." "I forgot about that." And I was appalled because I knew better. "Bran and Samuel are probably more of a danger than any of the fae," I told him. "Someday, I'll tell you about some of the more spectaculare wedding antics Samuel's told me about." Some of them made kidnapping look mild. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#fae #mercedes #weddings #werewolves #werewolves

How did they go from Braveheart to Brigadoon in less than five minutes? ↗

— Jennifer Silverwood

#fantasy-fiction #paranormal-romance #fantasy-fiction

I was in Cancun, Mexico, sitting in a disappearing-edge swimming pool, on a bar stool that was actually under the water, watching palm trees sway in a sultry breeze against the unmistakable aqua splendor of the Caribbean Sea; drinking coconut, lime, and tequila from a scooped-out pineapple, with salt spray of breaking surf and sun kissing my skin. Translation: I'd died and gone to heaven. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#the-sun-watches-the-sun

This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.' 'Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#faery #humor #letter #paranormal #revenge