“She padded toward Han, barefoot, like a faerie startled out of a forest bower, bewitching mix of clan and flatland beauty.”

“Faeries are fallen angels," said Dorothea, "cast down out of heaven for their pride.""That's the legend," Jace said. "It's also said that they're the offspring of demons and angels, which always seemed more likely to me. Good and evil, mixing together. Faeries are as beautiful as angels are supposed to be, but they have a lot of mischief and cruelty in them. And you'll notice most of them avoid midday sunlight—""For the devil has no power," said Dorothea softly, as if she were reciting an old rhyme, "except in the dark.”

“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.”

“The clan of heroes, the clan of compassion,the clan of destiny." (Firestar on Thunderclan, secrets of the clans)No matter what trials we must endure, Windclan will last forever."(Tallstar on Windclan, secrets of the clans)We are grace. We are power. We are Riverclan."(Leopardstar on Riverclan, secrets of the clans)Shadowclan will always be the dark heart of the forest." Blackstar on Shadowclan, secrets of the clans)”

“He ran barefoot across the springy floor of the pine forest; he was dancing with the earth.”

“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”