They love music and hold elaborate balls in the wilderness, particularly upon frozen lakes, and if you hear their song drifting on the icy wind, you must stop your ears or burst into song yourself, or be drowned by it and swept insensible into their realm. For they are also hungry.

They are, above all else, elusive. Few mortals have laid eyes on them.

I can’t escape the ghost of you.

Do you think you could someday love me, wicked as I am?

Lean and lovely and mortal.

As is so often the case, in the fresh light of morning our situation looked much worse.

The illusion of choice.

Still under your spell, still haunted by you.

It’s spiced honey and mystical, as if someone captured the smell of the forest at midnight when the fog has rolled in.

If you’re asking if I want to sink my teeth into your pretty neck and taste your powerful blood, the answer is yes.

My apologies, if I’ve given you the impression that I don’t plan to hurt you.

Slow and steady. Can’t let them see you coming.

I love her. I do. She has my heart. She is my North Star.

The nighttime world was teasing, calling out to me... 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦. 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑡. 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.

A human being that was given to fly.

I’m drawn to it, even when I know I shouldn’t be, even when I try not to be.

Guardian of the Underworld; wise in winters, swollen with rage.

Fate stirs the cauldron in strange ways.

Wolves ready to pounce⸺that's what they were.

Sometimes, if I stared at the ceiling long enough, it became the vast expanse of the starry night sky, and I became a small, unimportant thing that blew away in the wind.

I have crossed oceans of time to find you.

If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?

A blur of sharp teeth and fine clothing.

Intently, territorially, lazily.

This trembling, adored, tousled, bird-mad girl.

I found him carefully studying me, his lips in a thin line. "Has anyone ever taken care of you?" he asked quietly.

He said my name with such . . . intimacy. As if he weren’t a creature capable of killing monsters made from nightmares.

Darkness beckoned.

Fall became winter in the blink of an eye. I thought it would be a gradual slope, but it’s closer to falling off a cliff.

You belong to my brother now, witch. And he never lets go of what’s rightfully his.

Asleep, she never heard him open the door an hour later. She never knew he stood watching for several minutes. She did not hear him come to the side of the bed or feel as he brushed a hand over her head.

If I bring you into my world and call you mine, I'll latch like a drug. You couldn’t leave– I wouldn’t let you. There’s no walking away from me after this.

Breathe me in. Feel me. Taste me.

Inside the heart of every man there is a lust, you understand. And I'm just the same. When all the love has gone away, and passion stares me in the face, could I walk away?

People have destructive impulses. Some of us want to see the world in ruins just for the fun of it . . . even if we're ruined along with it.

He was winter to her summer.

I love it when you call me that. I hated it at first, but now…

It's a love language.

Reckless and impulsive.

It was dark here. Dangerous. I quite liked it.

It’s about the pancakes and the bills and the dishes in the sink . . . it’s about me always having to clean up your messes. It’s about you being mom’s favorite, even though I try so hard. It’s about always having to be good and fair and perfect, even though I just want to scream. It’s everything!

You say you won’t condemn me to this fate, but I’ll condemn myself. It’s my choice. And I choose you.

I’m afraid you’re going to be the ruin of me.

You’ve perfected the art of pushing others away, and you would have used that art on me. I won’t let that happen.

Are you a dream?

I fill you up, drink from my cup Within me lies what you really want

A Goddess of earth and life descending into death and decay.

He might claim to be a monster—and he was. He was ruthless and cruel and savage. But he was capable of love. No matter what he claimed, she knew this to be true.

Do something special that someone once did for you. Find something beautiful. Keep it close by. Bury a treasure so you can find it again one day. Surprise yourself. Do something with abandon. Stand under the stars. Sing. Cheer. Turn a cartwheel. Take a bow.

You here to finish me off, sweetheart?