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An Enchantment Of Ravens Quotes

An Enchantment Of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson

An Enchantment Of Ravens Quotes
"Oil paint needs days to dry between layers, and he had trouble understanding I couldn’t just swap his entire outfit for another he liked better."
"Rudeness was not an affordable mistake."
"By now I was used to fair folk mannerisms."
"They moved differently than humans: smoothly, precisely, with a peculiar stiffness to their posture, and never put so much as a finger out of place."
"Why the fair folk so desired portraits was beyond me."
"Fair folk require such comparisons. There’s simply no other way to describe them."
"Fair folk are talented dissemblers, but they can’t lie outright."
"Fair folk coveted Craft above all other things."
"Lives to be lived awaited me out there, far from the safety of my familiar home and confining routine."
Oh, Rook!" it exclaimed in a high voice not unlike the hounds’ unearthly howling. "I didn’t know you had company! This is interesting, isn’t it? What do you suppose we should do?
"Don’t worry, I shan’t do anything now. The game’s changed, after all. We simply must come up with a new set of rules. It wouldn’t be sporting to fight to the death here in this clearing, not after you’ve been held up by a mortal."
"I am Hemlock, of the house of winter. Since before the oldest tree in the forest put forth its first root, I have been master of the Wild Hunt."
"It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Isobel. I’m, um, a portrait artist."
"You might be able to survive this, but I wouldn’t make it through, and without me you’ll never mend your reputation."
"Do hurry, Rook! I’ll be after you soon! Run as fast as you can!"
"Turn around," Rook said aloofly, watching me sidelong.
"You did say something, but whatever it was, I’m certain it’s beneath me."
"Stop that!" Rook looked around, as if concerned someone might witness him mismanaging his human.
"Isobel, you simply must control yourself."
"You’re a prince, remember? Wake up and infuriate me, please."
"Only because you are a human, the strangest of all creatures."
"Yes, that seems like the perfect thing to do while fleeing for our lives," I said.
"Realizing that your own magic held more mystery to fair folk than theirs did to you was a peculiar experience."
"You aren’t doing something with time, are you?" I asked.
"I just noticed the way we’re traveling. Each few steps we take must add up to fifteen minutes or more of walking."
"I’m not going to find that everyone I know died a century ago, or that I’ve suddenly become an old maid, am I?"
"I’d rather get torn apart by the Wild Hunt than become a fair one."
"If only our sentiments for each other had overlapped."
"Frankly, I had no idea how anyone knew if they were in love in the first place."
"You say it as though it’s the most awful thing you can imagine."
"Now stop making me feel things," he demanded.
"You’ve made it quite clear how you feel about fair folk."
"I’d rather die than drink from the Green Well."
"Are you in love with me?" I blurted out.
"I lived to run. Emerald light and leafy shadows whipped past, my body bunching and stretching straight as an arrow with every stride."
"The ability to feel is a strength, not a weakness."
"I was the sole living person who knew it. The sound, the shape of it would never leave me, even though by all rights I shouldn’t remember it—my mother had whispered it into my ear just after I was born, a tiny infant still red and wrinkled from the womb."
"This is how it went. I leaned forward. I placed my lips so close to the shell of Rook’s ear that when I spoke, in a breath quieter than a whisper, quieter than the folding of a moth’s wing, the warm air stirred his hair."
"He was so tall I felt I barely accomplished anything; I had my arms wrapped around his middle like a child."
"Rook, do you recognize me? A shadow had fallen over his face, and his smell acquired a bitter edge."
"She was so alone I felt I barely accomplished anything; I had my arms wrapped around his middle like a child."
"He sighed and cradled me against his chest again."
"I am here to challenge you, Alder King. Your endless summer has fallen to corruption."
"The whole world is made of dust, and always returns to it. There is nothing else."
"I grew tired of your squabbling. Your small lives wearied me."
"I love you wholly. I love you eternally. I love you so dearly it frightens me."
"Mortals are always better off not forgetting what we are, and that we only ever serve ourselves."
"I fear I could not live without you. I could see your face every morning upon waking for ten thousand years and still look forward to the next as though it were the first."
"Trusting one of my kind is quite enough foolishness for a lifetime."
"We worshipped you once, didn’t we, Your Majesty? I saw the statues in the forest. They were carved by human hands."
"I have ruled an age. I was king before mortals made the word."
"And so the rule of summer is ended, and autumn has come to Whimsy."
"You made all the right choices. How splendid. How singular."
"The Alder King’s voice rolled over the chamber like thunder boiling over the horizon."
"I recall now why I sat down on my throne and did not rise again for an age."
"You said that you dreamed, Your Majesty. You said you wished for something. What is it?"