Melissa Marr Quotes

Creative vision creates art" - he motioned around the gallery - "that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That's beautiful thing."
"Or some sort of madness", she said.

Bananach sits on your throne, has declared herself Dark Queen."
"She WHAT!?" Niall- or perhaps Irial-asked.

When I told you I wanted to try, I spoke the truth. When I turned away, it was for my former court, and when I tried to make another faery love me, it was for that court. I've lived for my whole life trying to bring the Summer Court back to the strength it once was. In all of those years, in centuries , I've only wished myself free of duty because of one reason. You.

He looked good, like sin in a suit.

Everything I could want in eternity is possible because of you, he thought, and then he stopped thinking and simply enjoyed being in the arms of the one person in all of forever who made his life complete.

She was afraid, but she couldn't just sit around waiting for someone to save her. She had to try to save herself, try to figure it out.

you're @ home?"She could hear him moving around..."I'll let you go then."
"What if I dont want you to?"he said.
She heard the music as he walked toward his room, some sort of jazz.her heart sped up, thinking of him stretched out on his bed too, "Good night, Seth."
"So ur running again, then? One of his boots thudded on the floor."I'm not running."..
"Really?"
"Really.Its just--"She stopped.
"Maybe you should slow down, so i can catch you."He paused, waiting.He seemed to do that more & more lately, make statements that invited her to admit something dangerous to their friendship.When she didnt answer he added, "Sweet dreams, Ash.

Like chaos in a glass cage.

I've read Reverend Kirk, in fact. My uncle's library has quite a few books of your people. I have read Mr. Lang's fairy tales as well. (Katherine Rae O'Flaherty)
"Books are not the same as reality," Devlin stared at her. "My world is not always kind to mortals.

What can I give you, Aislinn? Shall I weave flowers into your hair?"
He opened his hand, letting go of her hair. An iris blossom sat in the palm of his hand. "Shall I bring you necklaces of gold? Delicacies mortals can only dream of? I'll do all those things anyway. Don't waste your wish.

Have you ever tried?'
'No.'
'Then don't tell me I can't.

I need to check in with Seth before I
" he burrowed his face into the side of her neck, his breath almost painfully warm on her throat
"give in to my unconscionable desire to put my hands on you properly.

He was watching her, testing the edges of her emotions and believing she was unaware of what he was doing. So she gave him the emotion he craved most from her, need. She couldn't say it , couldn't make the first move. She counted on him to do that. It absolved her of responsibility for the mistake she intended to make.

Leslie?" Irial whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Choosing."
Tears were soaking the blanket under Leslie's face.
"I'm mine. Not anyone else's."
"I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl." And then he was gone, and her emotions crashed over her.

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.

Love ans desire aren't the same

You are the one who gives me reason to wake in the mornings, who infuriates me, who enrages me, who enthralls me. You are my passion, my fury, my soul. Shall i explain further?

Family isn't only blood.

One hundred eighty days, Aislinn. Seth's been gone for one hundred eighty days, and I've watched you try to pretend it doesn't hurt for every one of them. Can't I try to make you happy?

I've talked to Ash and if you take another mortal-"
"Are you threatening me, love?" He grinned at her.
"No. I'm telling you that I don't want you to replace me."
His smile faded. "Well, then . . . and if I do?"
"Then Ash will work with the other one, the Winter Queen, and they'll threaten you, hurt our-your-court. But here's the thing they don't get: I don't want you to be hurt. It would hurt me. If you let some other mortal channel that awfulness for you, that would hurt me. What they'll do to you when they find out, that will hurt me."
"And?"
"And you promised me that you wouldn't let anyone hurt me.

With a strange half-mocking tone, Aislinn said, "It's not just guys like those today. Even the pretty ones can be awful. Don't trust them just because they're pretty."
Donia laughed, coldly, sounding every bit Beira's creature in that moment. "Where were you when I needed that advice? I've already gone out with the biggest mistake a girl can make.

Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy.

We can end this before anyone gets hurt." William held his hands out to sides as if to show her he was unarmed. "You don't want to hurt people, do you? You will if you don't come away with me. You know that."
"I'm not bad," Daisha whispered.
"I believe you." He held out a hand to her. He curled his fingers toward him in a beckoning gesture. "You can do the right thing here. Just come with me. We'll go meet some people who can help us."
"Her. The new Graveminder."
"No, not her. You and I can fix this all on our own.

Tell me i'm not losing more of you to him every fucking day.
-Seth

Were you hoping for a quest? A seemingly impossible task that you could relay to your queen afterward? Would you like to tell her that you found and slayed the dragon for love of her?
-Queen Sorcha

I'm not happy," she whispered. "I don't know what I am, but this isn't happiness.

Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.

Then she was alone- with only a wolf for companionship- waiting to tell the next girl what a folly it was to love him, to trust him.

Grasping the staff, Donia pressed her mouth to Beira's still body and inhaled. The rest of the Winter Queen's cold flowed into her, rolling through her like an icy wave, churning until it suddenly stopped and lay quiet - a fathomless frozen pool surrounded by ice-laden trees and unmarred white fields.
The words came to her from the white world, sliding through her lips like a winter wind, "I am the Winter Queen. As those before me, I will carry the wind and ice."
And she was healed, stronger than she'd ever been.

Over a four-month period, I sat down and wrote every day. And then there was a novel, and all of a sudden, there were agents and offers.

Sometimes there's power in the act; sometimes there's strength in words

It's okay. You're going to save me, Miss Maylene." The girl gave her a genuine look of happiness. "I know it. I knew if I found you everything would be okay.

Cinderella time?' You knw how it is= got to get home before the shoe falls off. No sense tempting any princes

Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you.

Keenan was staring at her, too intently for comfort. "I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don't know why you and not someone else." He gently pulled her forward and whispered, "But it's you I think of when I wake each morning. It's your face in my dreams."
Aislinn swallowed. That would seem odd even if he were normal. And he wasn't. What he was-unfotunately-was completely serious.

I will keep you safe- from them and from me.

His face was pale, and he dropped to the floor so that he was half kneeling, half sitting before her. "Please. I can ... help you."
"No." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mind felt clearer now. Everything made more sense when she wasn't so hungry. "I don't think I want the help you have."
He cradled his bloody arm and tried to stand. "This isn't right. You aren't right. You aren't suppose to be here."
"But I am.

She turned so they were face-to-face and gave him back the words he'd offered her their first night together: I survived. Isn't that what matters?

And he was gone before she could think clearly enough to explain that her yes was a Yes, I'll marry you.

The faery was beautiful- stunning - the way a storm is when you wake up and see lightning streak across the sky. And probably just as dangerous.

Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot of flowers shot out of the earth. She was mud-covered as he pulled back.

That's what the court needs-a happy king, a king who can't stop dreaming of being lost in someone who wants to be just as lost. Tell me you'll let me get lost in you.

In all of eternity, no faery born has overcome me in anything.'
Aaah. Pride goeth before the fall, my friend"
Irial stood and clasped Devlin's hand
"but you've already fallen, haven't you?'
And to that, Devlin had no answer.

Do you like it?" Bananach whispered. "How they want to eat you alive? You took away the last king's mortal. You make the new king mourn for both his mortals.

His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheeckbones. "Starting to think you were going to bail on me." "Didn't know you were expecting me," she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. He gets sexier every day. "Not Expecting, but hoping. Always hoping

I'm mine. Not anyone else's.

But you didn't need me, did you? You'd already got yourself to safety."
"Sometimes, I sleep better knowing you ... and Niall ... " She faltered.
"Love you from a safe distance," he finished.
"Yes.

You know its more than that. I know now that it was right that I didn't find my queen all these years. Waiting for you was worth everything that I thought I couldn't endure.

Chase away sorrow by living

After a steadying breath, Aislinn turned to Keenan. "I'm sure you can figure out lunch without help. So, umm, go make friends or whatever."
And she walked away.
He sped up to stay beside her as they entered the cafeteria. "May I join you?"
"No."
He stepped in front of her. "Please?"
"No." She dropped her bag into a chair next to Rianne's things. Ignoring him-and the stares they were attracting-she opened her bag.
He hadn't moved.
With a shaky gesture, she pointed. "The line's over there."
He looked at the throng slowly progressing to the vats of food. "Can I get you something?"
"A little space?"
A flare of anger flashed over his too-beatiful face, but he said nothing. He just walked away.

Faeries are equally loyal and deceitful.

He was an answer to a question she'd forgotten to ask.

It wasn't the tattoo that had changed her, had given her repossession of her body. It was her actions, her choices. It was finding the path when it looked like there weren't any paths to be found.

I eventually realized that good things wouldn't happen to me if I didn't make the right choices.

Like many faeries she knew, he was sculpture-perfect, but instead of being wrought of shadows like those in her court, this faery had a tangled feel to him. Shadow and radiance. He didn't look much older than her, until she saw the arrogance in his posture. Then, he reminded her of Irial, of Bananach, of Keenan, of the faeries who walked through courts and crowds confident that they could slaughter everyone in the room. Like chaos in a glass cage.

The girl's arms jutted out at awkward angles, not quite hands on the hips belligerent but not relaxed either, as if they weren't all the way under the girl's control. "I came to find you."
"I didn't know. If I'd known ... "
"It doesn't matter now." The girl's attention was unwavering. "This is where you are."
"It is at that."
The girl looked sad. Her soil-dark eyes were clouded over by tears she hadn't been able to shed. "I came here to find you."
"I couldn't have known." Maylene reached out and plucked a leaf from the girl's hair.
"Doesn't matter." She lifted a dirty hand, fingernails flashing chipped red polish, but she didn't seem to know what to do with her outstretched fingers. Little girl fears warred with teenage bravado. Bravado won. "I'm here now."
"All right, then." Maylene walked down the path toward one of the gates. She pulled the key from her handbag, twisted it in the lock, and pushed open the gate.

You are the single most amazing person, faery, woman in this world or the other. Because of you, I am a part of this strange new world, have a second mother, and ... eternity. I have almost everything I could want.

Without stopping kissing her, he swept her up into his arms. They stood in the motel lobby kissing until someone called, "Get a room."
Donia pulled back and laughed. "That was the plan. They said no.

You are my life now. this"_he waved a hand dismissively around him at the club-"the fey, everything, it all falls into place once you accept me"
-kennan

You cannot force me to make my wishes now" She squared her shoulders and looked at him. "I've read texts.

You don't have to do those things. You don't have to become a hero, Seth.

[Keenan] 'What am I going to do?' He sank to the floor.
[Donia] 'Hope that some of us are kinder to you than you've been to us,' she whispered. Then, before she could soften again, she walked away and left the Summer King kneeling in her foyer.

If you get killed. I'm going to be furious."
"I love you too. Come On.

I was the girl in the black leather jacket with the black fingernails, picked up after school by guys with loud cars and motorcycles. I carried straight-A grades, but I had a little trouble with rules. I tended to have a bit of an authority problem.

I told them he'd be able to get you to go out." Rianne folded her winnings and tucked the bills into her blazer pocket. "Look at him."
"He's right here, Ri," Carla murmured, shooting Keenan an apologetic look.
"We've tried to teach her manners, but ... " She shrugged. "It's like housebreaking a dog. If we'd had her when she was a puppy, maybe."
Rianne smacked her on the arm, but she was grinning. "Woof, woof.

Rejoice as summer should ... chase away sorrows by living.

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

Getting ink felt right, like it would help her put her life in order, to move forwards. It was her body, despite the things that'd been done to it, and she wanted to claim it, to own it, to prove that to herself. She knew it wasn't magic, but the idea of writing her own identity felt like the closest she could get to reclaiming her life. Sometimes there's power in the act; sometimes there's strength in words. She wanted to find an image that represented those things she was feeling, to etch it on her skin as tangible proof of her decision to change.

Westerns were all daddy liked to watch. Give me some Clint Eastwood, some Charles Bronson, and I was a happy girl. It was our father-daughter bonding.

Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing.
Mine. The thought, the need,
the reaction was overpowering.
Leslie looked up. "This one." she said. "I need this one.
But the image is more than just tempting art, and it draws her into a world of shadows and desire- into the world of Faerie.

I was thinking it was worth the risk if it meant forever with my faery girlfriend.

She stood in his kitchen, watching him toy with the ring in his lip. It wasn't quite that he was biting it, but sucking it into his mouth. He did that when he was concentrating. It isn't sexy. He's not sexy. But he was, and she was staring at him like a fool. "wow" she whispered ( ... )"Wow, huh?" His voice was low, husky. His chair creaked as he stood. His footsteps seemed strangely loud as he closed the couple yards between them. Then he was beside her. "I can work with wow

For this mortal I would disobey my queen, abandon my king, the court that has protected me all these years. All of it.

The girl's kind, good ... Totally too good for you."
"So were you." He kissed her cheek, singed it with his lips. "You still are."
"Bastard." She shoved him, ignoring the burning in her palm from touching him.
He put a hand on his shoulder, metling the ice that formed where she'd pushed too hard. It crackled under his touch. "Only because Beira murdered my father.

Black Diamonds Commandment #1," Creed whispered. "We're in this together.

-"You won't like me if I'm cruel."
-"I don't like you now."
-"We don't lie."
-"I'm mortal, Irial. I can lie all I want to.

She stepped closer to one of the statues. It looked wide-eyed, almost afraid as she reached out her hand.
One of the women reached out and snatched Aislinn's still uplifted hand. "No."
The women spoke all at once, not to her or to Keenan, but softly-as if to themselves-in a sibilant whisper. "He's ours. Fair exchange. Not yours to interfere.

Love makes you foolish. It makes you throw every bit of logic away, do stupid things, dangerous things.

Some people worked well with daily discipline, but she'd always been more of a need-a-deadline or consumed-by-vision artist.

Damn, Gabriel. I didn't touch her."
"Your lips were on hers. That's touching," Gabriel growled.
[...]
"I am the Gabriel. I run this pack, and if any of them" –he looked past her to the Hound on the floor– "want to challenge me over you,all they need to is say the word."
The Hound on the floor spoke up. "I turned her down."
"Not because she lacks anything," Gabriel growled.

If you fail me, I'll kill you. I swear it, Keenan. If you fail me, I'll rip your heart out with my own hands."
"If I fail you, I'll cut it out for you.

Going backwards is never an option.

Life is too short to read books that I'm not enjoying.

and "good" doesn't mean he's worthy of you , does it ?

Mortals don't see the fey. Donia smiled wryly: if they did, Keenan would never have convinced any of them to trust him.

I don't know if you realize it or not, but your sudden devotion to her is creepy.

He would, in essence, be the person that he was assigned to embody as his cover - and he'd enjoy it. That was the trick, finding the pleasure in it.

Can I join you at lunch?"
She paused. "You have every other day."
He laughed, a sound as musical as the chiming song of the lupine fey when they ran. "Yes. But you resented it every other day."
"What makes you think I won't resent it today?"
"Hope. It's what I live on ...

By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.

You say potato; I say potahto ... '
'I say integrity; you say deceit.

They've been stealing mortals away for centuries, but they can't have you.

I watch comic book movies. Give me 'The Avengers,' give me 'Thor', those are my area. But I don't watch comedies.

Talking won't change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.

As if fixing the little errors would made the big stuff manageable.

She couldn't breath around the pain in her chest. Tell me I'm the only one.

'Graveminder' is about a mortician, a young woman with commitment issues, a dead teenager, and a town called Claysville where the dead don't always stay dead.

I am Devlin, brother and advisor to the High Queen, assassin, and keeper of order.

He reached out and caressed her face. With a serious expression, he traced the edge of her jaw with his thumb. "You're beautiful, Ani. In all of eternity, there's never been another faery who could make me want to forget everything and everyone else."
"Because you like the way I look?" She rolled her eyes. "Apparently, my dream mind is shallow."
"No, not the exterior. You… the tempers and follies and passion… even the way you care for that infuriating steed."Devlin gazed at her like she was precious. "Even knowing you could be fatal, I would've said yes."
Her chest hurt like she had held her breath too long as she asked, "To?"
"Whatever you wanted." He didn't reach out and pull her into his embrace. Instead, he took one step forward, leaned down, and kissed her.

He might be out of her skin, but she'd left him as something other than what he'd been before- not moral, but not strong enough to deserve the title of Dark King.

She wanted something she didn't have words for- peace, numbness, something.