The Fae Quotes

#1. ...She squeezed Niall's hand and bleakly said, "I don't want you hurt."
"Oh, Serena, that's all I have to know." And with that, he kissed her so passionately, she felt as though she had fae transported to the moon and back...

Terry Spear

#2. Jev was certain the words "should've known better" would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.

Katherine McIntyre

#3. Well ah woke up aboot hauf ten an' ah wiz still pissed fae the Friday night. Oan the table beside ma bed wiz hauf a spliff, hauf a boatle a wine an' a can ay beer. Ah smoked the spliff an' drank the wine fur ma breakfast then rolled another joint tae huv wae the beer.

Stephen Livingston

#4. I guess I'll wake up tomorrow and find I'm not in Kansas anymore."
"You're from Kansas?" Most of Kansas was not a lion fae territory. She'd heard the cobra fae loved to go there, however.

Terry Spear

#5. It's so hard to be sassy to the Fair Folk. You people never get jokes

Cassandra Clare

#6. But even this piece of flattery couldn't distract me from the fact that I was in the center of the Fae realm, blind, stark naked, and without the slightest idea of what was going on.

Patrick Rothfuss

#7. I fell into the water with a large splash and sunk like a stone. My feet guided the way as I drifted further into the murky depths.
Down.
Down.
Down.

Brynn Myers

#8. Give me a fight with a simple demon or devil any day, over the whims of a pissed off Fae Queen.

Yasmine Galenorn

#9. Then I'd been determined to be the best blind foster the world had ever known, following every rule, obeying every protocol, the very model of royal fae youth. Maybe that way, they would send for me. I could go home.

Seanan McGuire

#10. Rowan was the most powerful full-blooded Fae male alive. And his scent was all over her. Yet she had no gods-damned idea.

Sarah J. Maas

#11. He was the darkest of voices inside her head, the Night-kind King, and when he turned his gift of persuasion onto her, she wanted to take her soul out of her body and hand it to him.

Thea Harrison

#12. Sex is still on the table. We just keep the yucky love stuff out of it."
...
"Now where is this table you speak of to have sex on? You should take me there. Now.

Eden Ashe

#13. Promises bind our kind as surely as iron chains or ropes of human hair. The fae never swear by anything we don't believe in. We don't ask for thanks and we don't offer them; no promises, no regrets, no chains. No lies.

Seanan McGuire

#14. At the rate the Kings were finding mates, they were going to have to take turns eating supper because not everyone would fit at the table.

Donna Grant

#15. I'm Kyran. I'm usually the one who keeps him in line," he said as he motioned to Talin.
That made Neve's smile widen. "You need to keep a better eye on him."
"I know," Kyran replied wryly.

Donna Grant

#16. I didn't dare put down the staff with Etienne popping in and out like a half-burned, bloodsucking whack-a-mole.

Suzanne Johnson

#17. He rose up and looked down at her. "If I'd known you were out there, I would've begun searching for you thousands of years ago."
Her smile was soft and glorious. "That was the perfect response."
"It's the truth.

Donna Grant

#18. I did what any other Fae would have done. Only, I fucked up by thinking I would be done with you by the time he'd been fully changed over to my world. I fucked up by thinking that a short amount of time with you would be enough.

Amelia Hutchins

#19. She drank in the sight of him, the power, the virility, the sheer sexiness. She knew just how well those lips of his kissed, how gentle and coaxing his hands could be, and how mouth-watering his body was.

Donna Grant

#20. The orgasm came upon her unexpectedly. It slammed into her with the force of a tidal wave. Her breath locked in her lungs as the climax swept over her, lifting her up and carrying her to untold heights.

Donna Grant

#21. Avoid stress, the doctor had said. Eat lots of good food and enjoy this little mysterious bun cooking in the oven. Ha!

Thea Harrison

#22. I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.

Karen Marie Moning

#23. This is beautiful." Eugenie ran her fingers along a massive mahogany sideboard, on the top of which rested a red velvet sash with fine embroidery on it and, on top of the sash, a silver dagger. That little vignette was Jean Lafitte in a nutshell. Refined gentleman and renegade. Velvet and violence.

Suzanne Johnson

#24. I've learned that the flesh that clothes us means very little." Prince Ashton

Genevra Thorne

#25. You look good in my shirt," he murmured.
The quiet words drew her gaze back to his face. "Then why do you look disappointed?"
His shoulders lifted slightly. "I was hoping you'd be wearing nothing.

Savannah Stuart

#26. Nissa stirred as she felt the soft brush of something -- lips - tease against her neck. With her eyes closed, she smiled. Thomas' spicy, masculine scent was unmistakable. "What are you doing?" she murmured.
"If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong.

Savannah Stuart

#27. Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming
and they ate children and puppies.

Patricia Briggs

#28. So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

Patricia Briggs

#29. ...the very, very old fae tended to go through an unhealthy stage of boredom that was often followed by a period of 'goin' doololly.

E.J. Stevens

#30. Didn't know she was spoken for."
"You do now", Jack snarled. "And the next time you try to pass off your bloody Fae nectar on a human, I'll shove your little horned head up your arse and hold it there until you stop twitching.

Caitlin Kittredge

#31. She smiled and whispered, "I'm kissing you right now."
He swore softly, frustration evident in the snap of his voice. "I'm kissing you too."
With that she had to be content enough to walk away.

Thea Harrison

#32. Fantasies are the stories in which the soul becomes the lead

Rusti Fae

#33. Novaleigh, you have fallen out of focus. Lost sight of who you are and what you truly want to be.

Brynn Myers

#34. Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.

Sarah J. Maas

#35. I wish to know what you are doing here," he whispered to the unknown woman, drumming his fingers on the road. "And what you might have to do with a stray puck and an enemy Queen.

Thea Harrison

#36. With her face tilted up to his, the subtle edge of moonlight touched along the edge of one high cheekbone, the tilted edge of one eye, and those beautiful, enticing lips. Obeying an impulse he couldn't put into words, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.

Thea Harrison

#37. They couldn't turn back time. What was done, was done.
He dropped his arms and lowered his head. Despondency filled him to the very brim. He was a dragon. A creature of magic and fire. A being that was lethal and dangerous.
The Kings had forgotten that. All but one.

Donna Grant

#38. 'Books had always been my best friends and all I wanted to do was lose myself in them, and better yet if the worlds and characters were of my own making.'

Fae Sutherland

#39. Walking out into the night with a water fey was all kinds of stupid. Heck, Kelpies eat people. They may not play with their food as creatively as the Each Uisge, but dead is dead.

E.J. Stevens

#40. Now, if you don't mind, send one my way. Bob is getting tired."
"Who's Bob? You've not told me about a Bob," Sophie said, a little hurt.
"I have too," Claire said and gave her a little shove in the arm. "Bob is Battery Operated Boyfriend, B.O.B.

Donna Grant

#41. Power called to power among the Fae. Perhaps Aelin Galathynius was unlucky the cadre had been drawn to Maeve's power long before she was born, had chained themselves to her instead. Perhaps they were the unlucky ones, for not holding out for something better.

Sarah J. Maas

#42. Perhaps Nesta will take up the blood-drinking habit, too. I certainly believe her threat to rip out my throat. Maybe she'll enjoy the taste.

Sarah J. Maas

#43. While her high cheekbones and sensual mouth added to her beauty, it was her eyes that caught him. They looked at the world as if it were a large sandbox waiting to expose its treasures.

Donna Grant

#44. His hands, which had been on her hips, suddenly grasped the slim strap of her panties and snapped the material apart.
"You owe me another pair," she gasped.
"Stop wearing them and it won't be a problem.

Savannah Stuart

#45. Congratulations, Christy. You just met one of the weird things in the world that don't fit neatly into the fae or werewolf category."
"Weird like you," said Christy.
"Well, yes," I agreed. "I thought that went without saying. Weird things like me.

Patricia Briggs

#46. Two lovers, two hearts, one soul.
Only joined can they be truly complete.
Only joined can they survive the darkness.

C.L. Wilson

#47. Do you realize that you gave me the best orgasm of my life and we haven't even kissed?

Katie Reus

#48. The scented cloud permeates the air and coats our tongues, triggering images: licorice tobacco and a seductive fae with an agenda, ocean salt and a mortal boy's sweat, maple syrup and a father's love, a mother's sacrifice and a lunar garden rich with lilies and honeysuckle.

A.G. Howard

#49. Remember this mortal-you have your own kind of forever-the immortality of love." -Aoibheal, Queen of the Fae

Karen Marie Moning

#50. Witches, shapeshifters, and fae were one thing. Vampires were monsters, plain and simple. That whole sensitive Children of the Night thing was total b.s.

Rachel Hawkins

#51. I examined my palm; the skin was unbroken and smooth, showing no sign of the burn. It glistened with saliva. I really wanted to wipe it clean against my jeans, but that seemed rude. Of course, he'd just licked me, so maybe his idea of rude was different than mine.

Cassandra Page

#52. 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

#53. This beast was not a man, not a lesser faerie. He was one of the High Fae, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless.

Sarah J. Maas

#54. I've changed my mind. Stop inadequately playing human," I say. "Drop her hand and step away. Take a very big step.

Elizabeth May

#55. Sophie had survived on her own for a long time. She knew she didn't need a man, not even Darius.
But she wanted him.
That made all the difference in the end.

Donna Grant

#56. With the growing corruption of Adarlan and the king's campaign to hunt them down and execute them, the faeries and Fae fled, seeking shelter in the wild, untouched places of the world.

Sarah J. Maas

#57. She was of the Fae. She did not worry over right or wrong. She was a creature of pure desire, much like a child.

Patrick Rothfuss

#58. Because all the monsters have been let out of their cages tonight, no matter what court they belong to. So I may roam wherever I wish until the dawn.

Sarah J. Maas

#59. He's violent and unpredictable. He hit you once-hard. Oh, sure he saved your life later but it was in his beat interests. Plus, you have absolutely no common sense where he is concerned, and we won't even mention the dead thing.

Suzanne Johnson

#60. Dark Fae are evil. They do evil things to each other, but there is an unspoken rule that you never harm family."
She held him tighter, wishing she could take away his pain with a hug. "Families hurt each other all the time.

Donna Grant

#61. Tim, shut it. I'm not going to sell out the hootchie to save the fae.

Elle Casey

#62. I doona understand them," Ryder said as he stopped beside Laith. "Doona get me wrong. I love the feel of a woman's thighs around me, but to be bound to a single woman for eternity?" Ryder shuddered. "It's no' for me. Human or Fae.

Donna Grant

#63. The only sound was the crackle of the fire as they looked at each other. Then his mouth was on hers, moving seductively. She returned his kiss, opening for him when his tongue swept against her lips.
He enticed, he tempted.
He tantalized, he seduced.
And it was glorious.

Donna Grant

#64. A minute of pleasant conversation, and then the territorial Fae bullshit comes raging out

Sarah J. Maas

#65. Can I go home now? Please?"
He grinned slightly. "No. Not until you acknowledge your pain and move passed it."
"This is crap, Oliver. I don't want to face anything. I don't need to be fixed.

Brynn Myers

#66. Oliver reached up for my hand and led me back into the living room area. "Can we try something?"
I rolled my eyes. "Do I really have a choice?"
"You always have a choice, Novi," Oliver said.

Brynn Myers

#67. Some would say it's unwise to insult a Fae in his home," Tamlin ground out. "Some would say you should be grateful for me finding you before another one of my kind came to claim the debt, for sparing your life and then offering you the chance to live in comfort.

Sarah J. Maas

#68. Of course the fall semester didn't start for another eight weeks or so. There was always a chance we were both being overly optimistic in thinking I'd be alive when it rolled around.

Jenna Black

#69. She is beautiful, soft hair nearly midnight in color, large eyes nearly as dark, and ivory skin like the petals of the lily, and she wore a fragrance of jasmine. But 'tis her willfulness that I enjoyed the most. And her resourcefulness.

Terry Spear

#70. Thank you," she said against his neck.
For what?"
For putting up with me."
He chuckled against the top of her head. "As if I could live without you.

Savannah Stuart

#71. The man and wolf inside him experienced a surge of primal satisfaction. It had been so long since he'd let his guard down around anyone. After just one kiss, he was ready to bed her. That hadn't happened to him in...ever.

Savannah Stuart

#72. I was no longer sexually vulnerable to the death-by-sex Fae Prince.
Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

Karen Marie Moning

#73. Johnson! Have I committed any illegal actions?'
Johnson checked his watch. 'Not within the last three minutes, sir.

Genevieve Cogman

#74. Everytime ye go to jail, the probability ay ye ever becoming free fae that kind of life decreases. It's the same every time ye go back tae smack. Ye decrease yir chances of ay ever bein able tae dae withoot it.

Irvine Welsh

#75. I recognize a few more of the attendees: Mustela fae - ferret-like creatures with long, venomous fangs and vulnerable craniums, a hedgehog being with the face of a sparrow, a pink woman with a neck as long as a flamingo. There

A.G. Howard

#76. The Light Fae had sacrificed so much for the Kings. She had been a true friend and ally to them in the past, but she was changing rapidly.
Balladyn was chasing her, and it now appeared that Ulrik was as well. If her King didn't step up and set things right, Rhi would be lost to them forever.

Donna Grant

#77. Remembering the past gives power to the present.

Fae Myenne Ng

#78. I don't have to ask to know that something bad happened in your past."
"Because I doona smile?"
Her smile was sad when her gaze met his. "It's your eyes. Your view of the world is colored."
"As is yours.

Donna Grant

#79. You're going to choose your mate, as is tradition." "I'm what?" My eyebrows shoot up. "How did you think Kingmaker's only mate with supernaturals? It's not like you would meet some nice guy online, fall in love and suddenly realize he was supernatural," the fae points out.

Lizzy Ford

#80. Heather Fae Brooks believes love can find you anywhere, anytime, any age. If you haven't found your Happily Ever After yet, just keep opening yourself to the universe. But, remember, love yourself as well.

Heather Fae Brooks

#81. If this happened in a Fae marriage, then the female would beat the male into submission. If she is too small to beat him properly, one of the larger women of her family would perform the task for her.

Sophie Oak

#82. Welcome to the house of Gray and Graves where we never lie still and death is only the beginning ...

C.M. Stunich

#83. No-one's used a wand in the Nightside for centuries. Wands went out with black cats and pointy hats. (All right, the Faerie Court still use them, but the Fae have always been weird.)

Simon R. Green

#84. Gavin turned to leave, and I was right behind him so I could close the door when he walked out, but he stopped short and turned back around. I bumped straight into him, our faces close, too close, at this point.
"I've missed you," Gavin whispered.

Brynn Myers

#85. They're distracted. Good thing about living in the landfill," he said. "Lots here to catch the attention of the fae. They're so ADHD.

Red Tash

#86. Without the journey and crucial moment of understanding, I would still be questioning everything before me. I know now that I must trust what comes next, for there is a plan greater than the one I can see at work.

Brynn Myers

#87. I cried out to the fae to appear for me. It was my ill fortune that it was a goblin who answered.

Molly Ringle

#88. Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me.

Sarah J. Maas

#89. She'd forgotten what it was like to be Fae, to have one foot always in the forest.

Sarah J. Maas

#90. She wondered if he thought this was all a lark, a game. She'd been to Disney World once. There the fairies were cute and sweet and didn't attempt to kill the visitors. Living here wasn't anything like the human faerie fairs or theme parks.

Terry Spear

#91. I gasp. The profoundness of such a gesture, from a self-seeking fae, touches my soul. The only thing predictable about my future king is his unpredictability. "You once told me you wouldn't be a gentleman. You lied."

A.G. Howard

#92. Alone. It was such an insignificant word. Or it had been for centuries. He'd sought out the solitude, had slept away centuries in his cave without hesitation. And now? Now he hated the quiet.
He detested being alone.

Donna Grant

#93. I want to take my time with you - to learn ... every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don't want to have an audience" he added as he leaned down again, brushing his mouth over the cut at the base of her throat, "when I make you moan, Aelin.

Sarah J. Maas

#94. His hand trailed down the side of her face, brushing back spiraling tendrils of hair. Come, shei'tani, dance the skiles with your mate.

C.L. Wilson

#95. You do know that I am a Fae, correct?"
"Well, if the purple blood oozing from your friends there wasn't a clue, I would say the wings and angry gleam in your eyes tipped the scale.

Brandy Nacole

#96. You're asking for trouble, woman." At the gruff tone of his voice, I raised my head and met his dark, chocolate-brown eyes, rimmed by long lashes that didn't take an ounce away from his masculinity. I wanted to drown in those eyes.
"I like trouble, remember?

Suzanne Johnson

#97. The woman and her dragon.
"You're mine," he said.
She smiled. "And you're mine.

Donna Grant

#98. I won't be your pawn," I growled.
Puck's lips formed a thin, knowing grin. "In the end, you'll still serve the Fae.

Jamie Wyman

#99. The fae went down, and before he could retaliate, I went all Van Helsing on his ass.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#100. Tiago turned to survey the large, crowded ballroom. "Good job not killing anybody."
"That's what Pia said," Dragos told him. "Night's not over yet.

Thea Harrison