Ironside

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

whatever you love, that is your weakness

The more powerful you become, the more others will find ways to master you. They'll do it through those you love and those you hate. They will find the bit and the bridle that fits your mouth and will make you yield.

No," said Luis, "You can't date the Lord of the Night Court." "Well, I'm not, he dumped me." "You can't get dumped by the lord of the night court." "Oh, yes, you can. You so completely can.

They say that nameless things change constantly—that names fix them in place like pins.

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn

If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

I like him, he thought in horror... shit. I like him.

They say that nameless things change constantly -that names fix them in place like pins. But without a name, a thing isn't quite real either.

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.

I swear to fucking God, I will spray you again,

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

It’s hard to come up with a scheme to thwart some other scheme you don’t even know about.

What is it? For what do you scheme? Ethine's death would weigh on you and the stain of her blood would seep into your skin" "Do you know what they wish for when they give you the Unseelie crown?" Roiben's tone was soft, like he was telling a secret. Kaye could barely catch his words. "That you be made of ice. What makes you think it matters what I feel? What makes you think I feel anything at all?

Put your puppet on the throne." said Talathain. "You may make her Queen but she won’t be Queen for long.

He closed his eyes. 'Don't,' he said, but she could hear despair in his voice. It made her even angrier. It made her want to live down to his expectations.

Corny nodded, but when he moved to put the key in the ignition, Luis's hand stopped him. When he turned, their mouths met. "I'm sorry... that I've been," Luis said in between kisses,"distracted... by everything. Is it morbid... that I'm talking...?" Corny murmured something that he hoped sounded like agreement as Luis's fingers dug into his hips, pushing him up so they could crush their bodies closer together.

The flavor of that blood stayed with him through the long years of his service (...) by then he could no longer remember whose blood it was, only that he had grown used to the taste.

In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it's head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell.