Fae Chronicles Quotes

You stole my car." "Borrowed it I did, return it I will." "Okay Yoda, can I have the woman whose body you stole back?

I’ll be strong for you Syn, if you need it. You don’t always have to be the strong one, I’ll be your glue if you want to crumble, I’ll hold you together,”.

You are an educated man. You know there are no such things as demons." Bast smiled a terrible smile. "There is only my kind." Bast leaned closer still, Chronicler smelled flowers on his breath. "You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

Thanks for that by the way, not bad for a fucking Fairy—” I laughed—“get it? Fucking Fairy?” I snorted and closed my eyes. “I get it,” he growled,

I told you that I would protect you. Even if you don't want me to," he whispered, moving closer and pulling me against him. "Some things are worth protecting

Chronicler shook his head and Bast gave a frustrated sigh. "How about plays? Have you seen The Ghost and the Goosegirl or The Ha'penny King?" Chronicler frowned. "Is that the one where the king sells his crown to an orphan boy?" Bast nodded. "And the boy becomes a better king than the original. The goosegirl dresses like a countess and everyone is stunned by her grace and charm." He hesitated, struggling to find the words he wanted. "You see, there's a fundamental connection between seeming and being. Every Fae child knows this, but you mortals never seem to see. We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be." Chronicler relaxed a bit, sensing familiar ground. "That's basic psychology. You dress a beggar in fine clothes, people treat him like a noble, and he lives up to their expectations." "That's only the smallest piece of it," Bast said. "The truth is deeper than that. It's..." Bast floundered for a moment. "It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story." Frowning, Chronicler opened his mouth, but Bast held up a hand to stop him. "No, listen. I've got it now. You meet a girl: shy, unassuming. If you tell her she's beautiful, she'll think you're sweet, but she won't believe you. She knows that beauty lies in your beholding." Bast gave a grudging shrug. "And sometimes that's enough." His eyes brightened. "But there's a better way. You show her she is beautiful. You make mirrors of your eyes, prayers of your hands against her body. It is hard, very hard, but when she truly believes you..." Bast gestured excitedly. "Suddenly the story she tells herself in her own head changes. She transforms. She isn't seen as beautiful. She is beautiful, seen." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Chronicler snapped. "You're just spouting nonsense now." "I'm spouting too much sense for you to understand," Bast said testily. "But you're close enough to see my point.

Love is more than just feeling something Syn, it's the connection of two souls that intertwine and cannot be without the other. It's not just saying you love someone, it’s showing them with every fucking breath you take, every look. It just is, simple as that. That kind of love doesn't die. It withers the soul without the other to keep it alive.

I am not your anything.You can't just piss on my leg and say I'm yours.

Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak. Bide and borrow. Chimney smoke. Barrel. Barley. Stone and stave. Wind and water. Misbehave.

I refused to look back. I wasn’t dumb enough to turn around and peek over my shoulder. I was the type who yelled at the girls in scary movies who did so.

She’s my fucking anchor, and no one will take her from me again, not even to save this world.

I’m not the kind of man to woo anyone. I can make her scream my name to the rafters, isn’t that enough wooing?

You ordered me here,” I said finally breaking the silence. “I did,” Ryder said with his lopsided grin that looked more dangerous than friendly. “I’m here,” I mumbled. “You are.” "..." “Okay, we gonna measure dicks all day Ryder, or are we gonna sign a contract?” I snapped. “You don’t have a dick Syn, I would have noticed,” Ryder’s smile lifted roguishly.

I'm the fucking Horde King, I don't woo." "Woo her," Ristan continues. "I don't woo." "Woo," he repeats. "I'm not the kind of man to woo anyone. I can make her scream my name to the rafters, isn't that enough wooing?" "Woo," Ristan smirks, which only served to irritate me more. "Woo," I grind out on an exhale. "Yes, woo," he says, already turning to walk away. I watch his shoulders quake with laughter. "Woo," I growl. "Woo!" He says over his shaking shoulders. "Fuck me," I shake my head. "No thanks, not my type...

I was going to fight to keep the elusive Horde King as my own. Every beauty needed a beast, and he was mine.

I say we cut a path right down the fucking middle and kill anything that moves,” I growled. Ristan raised a brow and whistled. “Damn , Flower. That almost made me hard. Shock me with that blood thirsty little inner vixen.

But even this piece of flattery couldn't distract me from the fact that I was in the center of the Fae realm, blind, stark naked, and without the slightest idea of what was going on.

You suck,” I mumbled. “No, Baby, you suck, and you do it very fucking well.

I’m the fucking Horde King, I don’t woo.

Who says you have to be strong anymore? You are allowed to fall apart, because I will hold you through it. You can crumble, and I’ll hold the pieces together until you can pull yourself out of it.

He’s my drug of choice, and I don’t think there’s a rehab for it.

Destiny doesn't ask you if you want it Syn, it just forces it into your lap and deal with it. -RYDER

You come in all tall, dark, and deadly and my lady parts go all cuckoo for cocoa puffs and shit.

So help me, if you turned me into a fucking Vampire, I'll bite your dick off!

You can’t fight destiny—taunt it, yes, but to fight it will only consume you and, in the end, destiny always wins.

Keep lipping off, and I'll find a use for that tongue." "Keep dreaming, man-whore.

But I'm collecting the story of his life. The real story.' Chronicler made a helpless gesture. 'Without the dark parts it's just some silly f—' Chronicler froze halfway through the word, eyes darting nervously to the side. Bast grinned like a child catching a priest midcurse. 'Go on,' he urged, his eyes were delighted, and hard, and terrible. 'Say it.' Like some silly faerie story,' Chronicler finished, his voice thin and pale as paper. Bast smiled a wide smile. 'You know nothing of the Fae, if you think our stories lack their darker sides. But all that aside, this is a faerie story, because you are gathering it for me.

If you had ever known love, you'd know this. Nothing can force love to go away. You grow apart, or grow up, but it's still there. You still care what happens to them,

He is obsessed with you; he might even be in love with you. Of course, he is Fae so he doesn’t recognize it as such, but it is all over him. We can all see it. He wants you and he will not let you go.

A few things go through your mind when you do something stupid.  Like, oh hell this was stupid, along with that moment of perfect clarity that this might be the last stupid thing you ever do.

I love you,” I whispered. “I love you too, Synthia. Forever will never be long enough with you.

Riddles, I hate fucking riddles,” Ristan growled and shook his dark head. “Why couldn’t she have sent a minotaur, or maybe David Bowie and a bunch of Muppets to mess with us?

Adam is Dark Fae. His brands are fully developed now. He's your familiar, so my guess is that you are as well, which means I'm your Prince fucking Charming.” His eyes sparkled mischievously.

Ryder, we got a problem,” Ristan called from beyond the other side of the etched-glass shower door. “Someone had better be dying, Ristan,” Ryder growled when he'd pulled away from kissing me. “They might be. You need to come see this.” “We will be right there,” Ryder called out as I slid down his hard body. He watched me with a smirk and then placed his hand on my arm to move me from beneath the water, so he could rinse off. I watched him, unable to pull my eyes off of his hands as they roved over his body.He was quicksand, and I was sinking. “Did you say we?” Ristan asked. I blushed from my head to my Paint Your Toron-Toes Rose colored toenails. I opened the shower door and stepped out meeting Ristan's eyes. “Don't ask.” “How the…did you sift into his shower?” he asked, bubbling with laughter. “I said don't ask! It wasn't my fault. I was sleeping!” I shouted as both men laughed even harder. “Real mature, just real fucking mature!

You made me feel the need to be a better person. You, Synthia, you made me want to be a better man.

Chain of command, Synthia. I say it. You do it. End of chain, am I clear?

It should have been a simple thing to get you out of my system. Instead, you rocked my foundation and made me need you.

We take harm upon our own very harshly, and those who fuck with my family will get no mercy.

Funny how growing up can change your opinion of being afraid of the dark and afraid of the bills.

It may be between your legs, Pet, but make no mistake, this belongs to me. Understand?

Good girls get special kisses. Do you want to be kissed?” he murmured softly.

You have to trust what you are, and what you want the most, to find who you truly are.

I go in on your arm and we separate. To make me look unavailable, since Vlad likes what he can’t have, I play dumb blonde and make myself sexy.” I glared as Adam barked with laughter at my words.“No going off of the plan, when he takes you in the back room—and he will, you work the information out of him without blowing your cover, or him.” I shot the glare to Ryder. “I have no intention of bobbing on Vlad’s knob. Or yours.” I tossed into remove the wide smirk my response had given him and it worked.

Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak. Bide and borrow. Chimney smoke. Barrel. Barley. Stone and stave. Wind and water. Misbehave.Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak. Bide and borrow. Chimney smoke. Barrel. Barley. Stone and stave. Wind and water. Misbehave.

I scanned through another section finding yet another thing I wasn't about to let happen. “You want to pick my clothes? What the hell is wrong with my clothes?” His eyes took in my sleeveless top and sank lower as if he was sneering with disdain at my jeans. They were jeans for monkey butt’s sake! “I have a certain reputation Synthia. I won’t have it smeared with being shadowed by a child who wears the clothes of an immature teenager.” “I’m wearing jeans, half the country wears them!

One way or another, I’d have come for you. Fate pushed us together, but destiny knew we belonged together. Now you just have to accept it

This is your love; it has to be. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe

Revenge is not worth the lives you will change. Some things must be let go to move on,

I turned my head to find Claire glaring at us from across the room. She hated me, and it ran deep and ugly inside of her. She was a problem I needed to fix before I got too fat to do so.

I hated morning people, always had. I’d never been able to climb out of bed and welcome the day. I was more of a glare at the world, and snarl until I’d had enough coffee to appear human.

Bend me over, pull my hair, whisper more dirty things that will make me tremble with need, Ryder, and then fuck me like you mean it.Fuck me like I am the air you need to live. I don't want to be your world; I just want to be your favorite part of it

Why couldn’t she have sent a minotaur, or maybe David Bowie and a bunch of Muppets to mess with us?

I can feel the draw, her body calling to mine as animals do in heat. I'd fuck her like an animal; raw, hot, and fucking hard.

Not everyone works like that. Some need, and want to be loved by one man alone. When I love someone, I give them everything I have and don’t expect to get anything back in return for it. I’d never tear you down, Ryder; not if you were mine. Besides, you told me once before that love was worth fighting for.

Never,” I assure her. “I’ll never leave you.” Never will I concede to death when she’s in my grasp. This beautiful creature is my match. She’s burrowed her way into my heart, and into my soul. Finding out she was mine, and was the one I’d been searching for in the Human world, was intoxicating. Watching her at my feet as she was given to me was the most exquisite feeling in the world.

I should have spanked you harder,” Ryder growled. “Wow, can I watch?” Aodhan said as he rounded the corner and interrupted our fight. “No!” we both shouted as one. “Damn, but I like bitches who like to be spanked. If you hit that sweet spot…they melt.” I turned and glared at him. Ryder growled, which was ten times scarier than my glare.

A delicious shiver crept down my spine. “I'm not food.” “You’re right, Syn. You are so much more…and I wouldn’t want word getting out that I like to play with my food.

This caveman just made your panties wet with a kiss, and you’re the only item on the menu that I want to dine on.” A delicious shiver crept down my spine. “I'm not food.” “You’re right, Syn. You are so much more…and I wouldn’t want word getting out that I like to play with my food.” I pulled away. “It's not funny, and I'm not a fucking Fairy happy meal, Ryder!

We walked home in silence,which I guess was pretty normal, since he was a dog after all.When we arrived at the house, he wasn't impressed at all.In fact, he showed me just how unimpressed he was by growling at the walls for at least three straight hours. “Enough already. The wall is not gonna bark back, Mister Fancy Pants!” He growled at me.Maybe he didn’t like his name? “Don't pee on my carpet,no sniffing, no barking, and no chewing while I'm gone. Stay away from the coffee—touch it and you're gone.” He blinked at me and then snapped his head back at the walls and went back to circling them like a sentry—well,a growling, whining sentry. My cell phone rang, startling me, and I answered it.I winced as the dog continued to go off at the walls as if they would attack him. “Stop barking!” “What?” Ryder asked. “I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Mister Fancy Pants.” I should seriously change his name. It was too long. “Who the fuck is Mister Fancy Pants?” I snickered as he said my dog's name. Coming out of his mouth, it really sounded bad.

Adrian was a vampire. Adam was the Dark Heir of the Fae. Larissa was dead. Alden was facing danger to help us. I was homeless, jobless, and attracted to the one thing that would surely kill me in the end. The reality set in that I had even lost my dog, and now my life was just one tragedy away from becoming a sad country song.

I did what any other Fae would have done. Only, I fucked up by thinking I would be done with you by the time he’d been fully changed over to my world. I fucked up by thinking that a short amount of time with you would be enough.

You see, there's a fundamental connection between seeming and being. Every Fae child knows this, but you mortals never seem to see. We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.

Love is more than just feeling something, it's the connection of two souls that intertwine and cannot be without the other.  It's not just saying you love someone—it’s showing them with every fucking breath you take, every look.  It just is, simple as that.  That kind of love doesn't die.  It withers the soul without the other to keep it alive. Eventually, it turns you bitter and cynical.

I'll be strong for you, Syn …if you need it. You don’t always have to be the strong one. I'll be your glue if you want to crumble. I'll hold you together," he said, lifting his eyes and meeting mine. "And what if you're what's making me crumble, Ryder? What then?" His lips lifted into his sexy smirk. "Then I'll put you back together. I will never tear you down, Syn. I will always protect you from anything and everything that would.

I need no other man because my beautiful beast loves me. He is my equal, and mine. As I am his.

You don't pity a warrior for her scars, because scars are proof of survival and victory.

The reality set in that I had even lost my dog, and now my life was just one tragedy away from becoming a sad country song.

You broke, and I wanted to pick you up and put the pieces back together.

Destiny doesn’t ask you if you want it, Syn; it just forces it into your lap, and you deal with it.

you choose what you can handle and what you can’t. You choose which path you take to get to the end. But in the end, you are where destiny wanted you to be,

I’m. Not. A. Victim!” I growled low and clearly pronounced each word. “No? Then what are you?” he asked, angered by my words. “I’m a survivor.

I’ve been inside of your head since the day you were created. I set the events in motion that created who you are and who you were meant to be. Ryder was only following what I’d given him for his path. He had to see the evil, which he’d been born of to stop it. You had to endure hell to become a warrior and protector. Sometimes living through something so horrible will shape our minds, and make us stronger in the end. Like you.

You’ve got a great ass,” he said, never taking his eyes from mine as we walked, oblivious to anyone watching us. “Your screams when I fuck you? I like that shit, too. The noises you make when I drive my cock balls deep and you ask for more? Fuck, I seriously like it…a lot.

No woman could ever give me what you have,” he said softly. “I’ll spend eternity loving you, Synthia. And tormenting you in my bed, until you admit who your master is,” he finished. “I have no master,” I whispered sleepily. “I’ll have a husband soon, and the love of my life. No master though,” I continued. “I guess we’re not done here,” he replied roguishly.

She’s my meal, but she no longer feeds from me.” “Try it anyway. Maybe find her a doughnut or something,

A fucking Fairy happy meal…Go

My spare time was used for reading so I could escape from reality for however much time I could.

She’s the most erotic thing I have ever encountered in my entire life. She moves, and I moan as her cries join mine.

shit soup was being stirred and it was simmering now, and getting ready to be served with a side of crunchy crackers.

was going to fight to keep the elusive Horde King as my own. Every beauty needed a beast, and he was mine.

I'll be strong for you Syn, if you need it. You don't always have to be the strong one, I'll be your glue if you want to crumble, I'll hold you together. RYDER

I’m not some weak-ass girl who needs to be protected, Fairy. Whatever fucks with you will need protection from me, because Goddess be warned, I will fuck up anything and anyone who seeks to harm my future husband. Understand?

I’ll be strong for you, Syn…if you need it. You don’t always have to be the strong one. I’ll be your glue if you want to crumble. I’ll hold you together,

This was what the songs wrote about; with one kiss, I was helpless to pull away. With one kiss, I was a boneless mess, and with one kiss, I was his.

You were bound to ask it sooner or later. You know what they say about curiosity though, right?" "That it killed the car?" "No, it ate the pussy,

What are trials in life but fire? They shape and mold.

You’re looking at me like I’m a freaking Scooby Snack.

He settled on the bed with his back propped up—every inch the predator, he was.

I watched his nostrils flare as the glow became more apparent, and he allowed me to see the full fire that I’d created in him. “No panties?” he questioned through a guttural tone.

Glorious mind fuck, she’s addictive. It makes my mind go to places that it hasn’t even fathomed before. She denies me while denying herself. She’s growing weak. I can feel, as she trembles against me, her walls coming down slowly, even as she struggles to keep them up. The scent of her need makes me want to pull back the delicate petals of her flower and devour it, consume it, fuck it.

I'll be strong for you, Syn…if you need it.  You don’t always have to be the strong one. I'll be your glue if you want to crumble. I'll hold you together," he said, lifting his eyes and meeting mine.

Love is more than just feeling something Syn, it's the connecetion of two souls that intertwine and cannot be without the other. It's not just saying you love someone, its showing them with every fucking breath you take, every look. It just is, simple as that. That kind of love doesn't die. It withers the soul without the other to keep it alive. Eventually, it turns you bitter and cynical. -RYDER

Get on the bed, Pet, and show me what’s mine. Show me what I own, so I can show it exactly why it belongs to me. There’s a reason you belong to me, and it isn’t because I can brand you, or own you. It’s because when I fuck you, I make sure I do it good enough that when you look at another man, the only thing you can think about, is how sore your sweet flesh is from what I did to it.

Every part of me belongs to you, Fairy. I’ve always been yours. I was blind before, but I can see you now, all of you. You’re the other piece of me. You’re what I was missing all this time. now that I’ve found you and this love between us, I’ll kill to keep it. I’d destroy worlds to be with you.

maybe you just want her to play with your Lego parts, and tinker with your big blue balls? Just once?” I said.

Isaac stopped her at the bottom of the stairs with a crooked smile. "I would wish you sweet dreams, but how can they be memorable if I won't be in them?

There's where you’re wrong. You're not human, you're Fae, and you're changing already. Fast. You broke the contract by kissing Adrian. I could kill you right now, and no one would be able to stop me. Just remember, I have Adam. Be at my club tomorrow night, or I will give Adam over to the women to feed, from him.” “You can't do that!” I shouted. “I can, and I will.” He sifted, before I could argue with him.

I remembered some of it and some of the things that fell out of my mouth, like telling him his dick was the best treat and that I'd rather have it than chocolate. I mean, c'mob, I gave his dick a better rating than chocolate - who does that?

Let’s just get to the part where you call me an ass, and I admit that I was a good little solder back then, and then we go see what’s going on,” I said as I faced him. “You’re an ass,” he said. “Yes, I was a good little soldier, and did anything I could to help kill Fae, because – and stop me if you know this part – they killed my parents…or so I thought. Anything else you want? Do you need me to say sorry? Because you can hold your breath on that one.

Have you seen The Ghost and the Goosegirl or The Ha’penny King?” Chronicler frowned. “Is that the one where the king sells his crown to an orphan boy?” Bast nodded. “And the boy becomes a better king than the original. The goosegirl dresses like a countess and everyone is stunned by her grace and charm.” He hesitated, struggling to find the words he wanted. “You see, there’s a fundamental connection between seeming and being. Every Fae child knows this, but you mortals never seem to see. We understand how dangerous a mask can be. We all become what we pretend to be.