Tamlin's arm tightened around me, and he kissed the top of my head. I pulled back, looking up at him. The gold in his eyes, bright with the rising sun, flickered. "What?""My father once told me that I should let my sisters imagine a better life" a better world. And I told him that there was no such thing.— I ran my thumb over his mouth, marveling, and shook my head. "I never understood" because I couldn't couldn't believe that it was even possible.— I swallowed, lowering my hand. "Until now."His throat bobbed. His kiss that time was deep and thorough, unhurried and intent. I let the dawn creep inside me, let it grow with each movement of his lips and brush of his tongue against mine. Tears pricked beneath my closed eyes. It was the happiest moment of my life.

Down the hill I went, and then,I forgot the ways of men,For night-scents, heady and damp and coolWakened ecstasy

I have been in the land of Faerie for years and it is a place where mortal blood is turned to fire. It is a place of beauty and terror beyond what can be imagined here. I have ridden with the Wild Hunt. I have carved a clear path of freedom among the stars and outrun the wind. And no I am asked to walk upon the earth again.

Seeing is not believing, it is only seeing, "George MacDonald, The Princess and the Goblin

Look, it's easy to outsmart a werewolf or a vampire, Jace said. They're no smarter than anyone else. But faeries live for hundreds of years and they're as cunning as snakes. They can't lie, but they love to engage in creative truth-telling. They'll find out whatever it is you want most in the world and give it to you— with a sting in the tail of the gift that will make you regret you ever wanted it in the first place. He sighed. They're not really about helping people. More about harm disguised as help.

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.