The sylph is a fragment of the earth’s soul in faery form.
—Brian Froud
Sylph and Jodi return to my side, each carrying a cloth sack full of chickweed. I wrap my arm around Sylph’s waist and give her a quick squeeze. “Lesson’s over for today. I have something...
—C.J. Redwine
…you are not what you seem – you’re a Sylph – you leave and the air retains your image – you haunt me…
—John Geddes
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