There are no happy endings.. There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others stories - perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years - and then we step out of them again. But all the while, the Story just goes on.
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There are three kinds of people in the world: those who don't know and don't know they don't know; those who don't know and do know they don't know; and those who know and know how much they still don't know.
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That alone would be Eddie's triumph in all this; that she had taught the kelpie suffering.
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Far more often [than asking the question 'Is it true?'] they [children] have asked me: 'Was he good? Was he wicked?' That is, they were far more concerned to get the Right side and the Wrong side clear. For that is a question equally important in History and in Faerie.
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Unseelie dreams make unseelie fae.
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There are no happy endings.. There are no real endings ever - happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others stories - perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years - and then we step out of them again. But all the while, the Story just goes on.
Iron. Ice.A Love Doomed From the Start
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The moods of faerie changes every thirty minutes and it was such a lovely thing not to considered insanity.
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Down the hill I went, and then,I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and coolWakened ecstasy
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Humph,' he said, with a disagreeable air, 'the universe does its work very quietly.' (The Bogey Man)
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Perhaps her only legacy would be that she had known something immortal, and while eternity may still belong to God alone, not all things were enslaved by time.
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She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
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She had been nothing but a beloved bauble passed from a mother to a son, a decoration of vanity, devoid of identity.
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