Princess Fiona Quotes

Tombstones grew like ragged, rotting teeth from the mushy grass-covered ground.

I tried to give her my best “I Am A Demon Princess” look, which was quite the challenge, seeing as how my hair was hanging in my face and my nose was running. “What’s your name?” I asked. The girl kept her eyes on me, but her hands were moving restlessly over the ground around her, no doubt searching for the knife. “Izzy,” she said. I raised both my eyebrows. Not exactly a name to strike fear into the heart. Izzy must’ve read that in my expression, because she frowned. “I’m Isolde Brannick, daughter of Aislinn, daughter of Fiona, daughter of-“ “Right, right, daughter of a bunch of fierce ladies, got it.

Rhiada was quiet. "Fiona, donnae think about the possibilities until the problem arises. Worrying about what might happen doesnae prepare ye more fer when the bad things do happen—if they do. When the time comes that something gaes wrong, then ye can fret if ye feel like it.

Gentler, Fiona, gentler. The strings are no’ bowstrings. Ye must be gentle wi’ them if ye wish to make any music at all.

She did not quite know how she was able to sing it through without making any more mistakes. Fiona was only aware of how melancholy the song seemed now, the last line of The Highlands Are Calling Me Home lingering as a sad echo in the air. It had never caused her chest to tighten as it did now. Perhaps having left the Highlands which had been her home made the song all the more dear to her, but perhaps it was also because it was a lament; in light of the inevitable war, the words seemed all the more meaningful. A lament, and yet a song of hope. . .They might all yet come home.

Fiona Zedde’s entire body of work), and Alyssa Cole’s body of work (Once Ghosted, Twice Shy and How to Find a Princess). There is sporadic representation of bi Black women, such as Talia Hibbert’s Take a Hint, Dani Brown. The self-published options, however, are broader. There’s Chencia C. Higgins’s Things Hoped For and Consolation Gifts, Meka James’s Being Hospitable, J. Nichole’s A Girl Like Me, Christina C. Jones’s Something Like Love, and G. L. Tomas’s Wander This World and The Love Bet.

People must not only see the beauty in ladies but also the brains they have.

It didn’t make any difference, Fiona realized, whether you were Fae or Lupine or human. Grief left the same wounds on everyone, and everyone spoke softly in the face of it.

Rusty wore jeans, Fiona a long skirt that swept the ground. Dragging its flounces across the damp grass, she looked like a mediaeval lady from the rubric of an illuminated Book of Hours, a remote princess engaged in some now obsolete pastime.

We can put the mattress on the floor and I'll sleep on the box springs. That okay, princess?" "That's okay." "Have you seen Shrek? The cartoon?" "No, why?" "Because you remind me of Princess Fiona. Not quite as curvy, of course." "Of course." "C'mon... give me a hand? This mattress weighs a ton." "You're right," she groaned. "What the hell is in here?" "Generations of peasants who died of fatigue." "Charming.

We’re nearly at the top anyway. Definitely feeling like a donkey now, though.” “I take it back. You’re Shrek and I’m Princess Fiona.” He laughs and I jiggle as his shoulders shake. “Well, green is my favorite color.” “What type of green? Ogre green?” “Whatever shade your eyes are.