He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.
Cornelia FunkeTag: dark-fairy
The tent in which she first met him had smelled of blood, of the death she did not understand, and still she had thought of it all as a game. She had promised him the world. His flesh in the flesh of his enemies. And much too late had she realized what he had sown in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.
Cornelia FunkeTag: dark-fairy
The Fairy's dress rustled as she turned. Human women dressed like flowers, layers of petals around a mortal, rotting core.
Cornelia FunkeTag: dark-fairy
Nobody loves only once.
Cornelia FunkeTag: dark-fairy
She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?
Cornelia FunkeTag: reckless dark-fairy
Where did the love come from? What was it made of?
Cornelia FunkeTag: reckless dark-fairy
Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.
Cornelia FunkeTag: reckless dark-fairy
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