snarling like a chainsaw trying to sing opera
Seanan McGuireMots clés p175
I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to visit right now. Maybe you can come back later? I’ll bake you some cookies . . .” Okay, that was it. I hadn’t had a chance to use the kitchen for anything more elaborate than coffee and fried eggs, and I’d be damned if some invading monster was going to beat me to it. I stepped into the living room, bat still held in front of me like a poor man’s broadsword. “You are not using my kitchen.
Seanan McGuireWe have to burn brightly. We can’t burn forever
Seanan McGuireWhoever was responsible for naming the fae races should really have put more thought into making them pronounceable when drunk.
Seanan McGuireChildren's games are stronger than you remember once you've grown up and left them behind. They're always fair, and never kind.
Seanan McGuireFaerie may not always have been the kindest place to live, but it was still my home. I owed it to Gillian, To May, to Dare, and Tybalt and January, and all the others not to say that my life had been a mistake. Not when it had been so intertwined with theirs.
Seanan McGuireIt's funny how people can change your life without meaning to. Even the fucked-up, crazy people leave everything different when they go away.
Seanan McGuireThe Argentine tango isn't here to play nicely with the other children. The Argentine tango is here to seduce your women, spill things on your rug, and sneak out your bedroom window in the middle of the night.
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She sent you to your death once, in case you've forgotten," he said, a sudden chill dropping into his voice. "Why should her collapse concern me?"
I paused. Tybalt was a cat before he was anything else. If something didn't affect him personally, he was unlikely to give a damn. Slowly, I said, "Because Rayseline is blaming me, and if Luna dies--"
"The little bitch will push for your execution under Oberon's law," he snarled. I blinked. I'd expected a reaction, but nothing that strong.
Did I ever tell you what came between your mother's heart and mine?"
"I don't think this is the time--"
"Your friend would disagree," she said, almost playfully, her attention darting to Tybalt. Focusing in me again, she said, "He all but burns with what he doesn't say to you, and my time is mine to spend.
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