“They loved him because he was a prince and a faerie and magical and you were supposed to love princes and faeries and magical people.”
Down a path worn into the woods, past a stream and a hollowed-out log full of pill bugs and termites, was a glass coffin.
" What are you afraid off?" he asked.
"You" she said. " Me".
" Anyone who offers up their heart on a sliver platter deserves what they get "
“Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.”
“Hazel never cried. She was forged from iron; she never broke.”
“He saw now the ways in which they tried to be careful with each other, afraid of hitting those raw places where they might hurt each other almost without trying. But sparing another person is a tricky thing. It’s easy to think you’re succeeding when you’re failing spectacularly.”
“Maybe, Hazel decided, maybe they could both learn how. Not just making-up-stories-in-which-you're-happy happiness, but the real thing. She leaned across the bed and hugged him with all the strength in her limbs, hugged him until her bones ached. But no matter how hard she hugged him, she knew it would never be enough.
"I promise," she whispered. "I'll try.”
“Well fine, then. I could send you out to win my favor. Possibly on a quest involving bringing a large mug of coffee and a doughnut. Or the wholesale slaughter of all my enemies. I haven't decided which.”
“And elsewhere in the woods, there is another party, one taking place inside a hollow hill, full of night-blooming flowers. There, a pale boy plays a fiddle with newly mended fingers while his sister dances with his best friend. There, a monster whirls about, branches waving in time with the music, There, a prince of the Folk takes up the mantle of king, embracing a changeling like a bother, and, with a human boy at his side, names a girl his champion.”
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