He reads histories and mythologies and fairy tales, wondering why it seems that only girls are ever swept away from their mundane lives on farms by knights or princes or wolves. It strikes him as...

You know that's why mermaids swim around topless all the time, right? It's because their boobs are too big and all bras are C shells.

Why the hell didn't faerie food come with a warning written in bold letters: MADE IN LA LA LAND. EATING WILL OPEN YOU UP TO FAERIE ATTACKS.

There was once a time when darkness shrouded the world, and the darkness had a queen.

How do you express a skinny blonde werewolf and a former toad in a cake?

He hadn't been able to help himself, couldn't have stopped himself from kissing her even if he'd tried. Fighting with her was a million times better than dreaming, and the fight had conjured his soul...

Holding fantasy to our chests only means our hands are not free to work.

Violet will carry he mark of Merlin's bloodline and she'll be able to wake The Lady from her slumber.

I'm scared that you'll make me love you…and then you'll leave me.

"How about this then." Chase shifted on the bed. Even without looking, Connie knew he was leaning over earnestly, his brilliant, lying black eyes full of sincerity. "I've missed you desperately. I'm...

I have no way to describe this, and I am positive that this is all just a horrible dream I have yet to wake up from. The vice principle is insane. My own uncle is insane. Those stupid kids are insane....

The incalculable winds of fantasy and music and poetry, the mere face of a girl, the song of a bird, or the sight of a horizon, are always blowing evil's whole structure away.

"Of course they were eaten," he retorted, his eyes flashing in cold humour. "Trolls generally aren’t exactly renowned for being vegetarians."

"He is the dark prince. The all-powerful one. The leader of the creatures of the night." Then Meena said, "I'm confused then. I thought the prince of darkness was the devil." ... "Wait," Meena said,...

Magnus had often thought of getting a pet, but he had never considered acquiring a sullen teenage vampire. Once Raphael was gone, he thought, he was getting a cat. And he would always throw his cat a...

I, Anna Maria de Burgh Coppinger Isis solemnly swear on

Thanks for outing me. Anytime, cupcake. Now I'm taking my psychic ass to bed. That door spanked me.

The coat was a remnant from his stint at being people - size. I'd gotten his jacket, Ivy had gotten his silk robe, and we'd thrown out his two dozen toothbrushes.

"A stuffed animal, man!" I roared at him. "Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!"

Built in an elegant fusion of Italianate, French, and early Disney styles, this magnificent estate offers a thousand bathrooms for all of your executive Cinderella needs...

I dipped my head so I could look into his eyes. The monster at my table looked ready to cry. I'd managed to make a teenager depressed. Maybe I could shoot some fish in a barrel for an encore.

The crimson dragon grew day by day and devoured everything it found in its path. Torn bodies rained from the sky and the flames of its breath flowed through the streets like a torrent of blood.

You know how they put the bubbles in this stuff? Vinyáya's mouth twitched with the ghost of a smile. I thought it was naturally carbonated. Yeah, that's what I thought until I got a prison job at the...

"Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk." "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am stone cold sober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he...

O! Tril-lil-lil-lolly the valley is jolly, ha! ha! - Elves of Rivendell

But think of how much worse it would be to sit here, not knowing. Until the Dead choke the Ratterlin and Hedge walks across the dry bed of the river to batter down the door.

Even now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were...

I can see time, whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.

Maybe if I act well enough, I'll come to believe it myself.

Everybody has magic, it's just that most people either don't know it, or don't believe it.