Hello?” I peered into the shadows. Two green circles flashed in the dark. I yelped, jumping backward and pressing myself against the wall.“And may I wish a very good morning to you, too, October.” The voice was amused, underscored by a chuckle like thick cream. “What happened? Did the prettiest little princess miss her carriage home?

— Seanan McGuire

He said that he was sure you would be amenable to this course of action." April paused, eyes widening, before she said indignantly, "I believe he may have lied to me!

— Seanan McGuire

He was still so very young. Faeries—true faeries, not their changeling throwaways—live forever, and when you have an eternity of adulthood ahead of you, you linger over childhood. You tend it and keep it close to your heart, because once it ends, it’s over. Quentin was barely fifteen. He’d never seen the Great Hunt that came down every twenty-one years, or been present for the crowning of a King or Queen of Cats, or announced his maturity before the throne of High King Aetolia. He was a child, and he should have had decades left to play; a century of games and joy and edging cautiously toward adulthood. But he didn’t. I could see his childhood dying in his eyes as he looked at me, silently begging me to answer for him.

— Seanan McGuire

Hey!" I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. "I was talking to him!" Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. "No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again, the difference is small, but I think it matters.

— Seanan McGuire

Hope means you keep holding on to things that won't ever be so again.

— Seanan McGuire

Hope means you keep on holding to things that won't ever be so again, and so you bleed an inch at a time until there's nothing left.

— Seanan McGuire

Humanity has always had a flair for guilt by association.

— Seanan McGuire

I am so tired of this gothic crap,” I muttered. “Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.

— Seanan McGuire

I didn't even feel my face hitting the pond. Everything was darkness, glorious darkness and the final, perfect absence of pain. It was done, all of it, the running and the fighting, and the pain. After everything that I'd gone through, it was finally over, and this time, the water would carry me home.

— Seanan McGuire

I didn't look back. Sometimes, not looking back is the only mercy the world has left to show.

— Seanan McGuire