“But with me, you are never just a spring faerie.”

“If a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk into a bar, you wait for the punch line. At Private Eye, when a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk through the door, it’s just another day at the office.”

“Bite me, faerie fruitcake.”

“He hesitated, but then stepped beneath the tree and knelt, depositing me gently on the ground between two giant roots. And he stayed there, kneeling beside me, holding my hand in his. Something splashed the back of my hand, cold as spring water, crystalling to my skin. A faery's tears.”

“How do you... we... you know, faeries pollinate?""The male produces pollen on his hands and when two faeries decide to pollinate, the male reaches into the female's blossom and lets the pollen mix. It's a somewhat delicate process.""Doesn't sound very romantic.""There's nothing romantic about it at all." Tamani replied, a confident smile spreading across his face. "That's what sex is for.""You still...?" She let the question hang."Sure.""But faeries don't get pregnant?""Never." Tamani winked. "Pollination is for reproduction- sex is just for fun."- Laurel and Tamani”

“You will never find a faery at a science fair. Why? Because science is all about proving theories and understanding the universe. Science folds everything into neat logical, well-explained packages. The fey are magical, capricious, illogical and unexplainable. Science cannot prove the existence of faeries, so naturally we do not exist. That type of non-belief is fatal to faeries.”