Between one stride and the next, the herd of reindeer faded away. She felt a last few ghosts go with her, shoulder on shoulder, and then they too were gone, and she was back, alone, in the world of humans and ravens.

— T. Kingfisher

Goblin tea resembles a nice cup of Earl Grey in much the same way that a catfish resembles the common tabby. They share a name, but one is a nice thing to curl up with on a rainy afternoon, and the other is found in the muck at the bottom of polluted rivers and has bits of debris sticking to it.

— T. Kingfisher

I stole the very shiniest words and hoarded them all up until they made something worth having.

— T. Kingfisher

No matter how pale and pure and perfect you are, the moon is even more perfect.

— T. Kingfisher

Oh. Yes. There would be someone, wouldn't there? Of course there would be a person. Ask at the farmhouse did not mean that you addressed your questions to the front porch. She had not thought it through.

— T. Kingfisher