The sylph is a fragment of the earth’s soul in faery form.

She had been nothing but a beloved bauble passed from a mother to a son, a decoration of vanity, devoid of identity.

Only an idiot would trust a Kelpie this close to the water. Getting on its back with the scent of the sea in the air would be a fast, painful means of suicide, and I’m...

I have no intention of bobbing on Vlad’s knob. Or yours.” I tossed into remove the wide smirk my response had given him and it worked.

Perhaps her only legacy would be that she had known something immortal, and while eternity may still belong to God alone, not all things were enslaved by time.

How different this world to the one about which I used to read, and in which I used to live! This is one peopled by demons, phantoms, vampires, ghouls, boggarts, and nixies. Names of things...

Look, it’s easy to outsmart a werewolf or a vampire,” Jace said. “They’re no smarter than anyone else. But faeries live for hundreds of years and they’re as cunning as snakes. They can’t lie, but...

Iron. Ice.A Love Doomed From the Start

As the last dish of confections was removed a weird pageant swept across the further end of the banqueting-room: Oberon and Titania with Robin Goodfellow and the rest, attired in silks and satins gorgeous of...

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?

I have always loved you, princess” Robin Goodfellow promised, his green eyes shining in the darkness. “I always will. And I’ll take whatever you can give me.

Down the hill I went, and then,I forgot the ways of men,For night-scents, heady and damp and coolWakened ecstasy

There are no happy endings… There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we...

That day and night, the bleeding and the screaming, had knocked something askew for Esme, like a picture swinging crooked on a wall. She loved the life she lived with her mother. It was beautiful....

‘He is dangerous,” Alton said, his voice rough. She parted her lips to refute his claim. His heated gaze studied her mouth. For a moment, she thought he wanted to kiss her. At the dining...

Far more often [than asking the question ‘Is it true?’] they [children] have asked me: ‘Was he good? Was he wicked?’ That is, they were far more concerned to get the Right side and the...

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.

In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it’s head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell.

Mr. Charles Dickens was serializing his novel Oliver Twist; Mr. Draper had just taken the first photograph of the moon, freezing her pale face on cold paper; Mr. Morse had recently announced a way of...

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

Unseelie dreams make unseelie fae.

Turns out faerie-proofing a person required a length of chain that one could find in any hardware store…

there are three kinds of people in the world: those who don’t know and don’t know they don’t know; those who don’t know and do know they don’t know; and those who know and know...

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.

In Tybalt’s case, it means bloody control of the local Court of Cats. He became their king by right of blood; he’s held the position by beating the crap out of anyone who tries to...

That alone would be Eddie’s triumph in all this; that she had taught the kelpie suffering.

But you’re so easy to sneak up on.” He crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall. “You should be honored that I bother, since there’s no challenge to it.””Right,” I said dryly.Tybalt has never...