"Faerie music is the wind", he says, "and their movement is the play of shadow cast by moonlight, or starlight, or no light at all. Faerie lives like… - Charles de Lint

I know that feeling all too well, but I broke the only pair of rose-colored glasses I had the chance to own a long time ago.

It may sound trite, but using the weapons of the enemy, no matter how good one's intentions, makes one the enemy.

Who is he?" she asked. "Or maybe I should be asking what is he?"
"I've always thought of him as a kind of anima, Jilly said. "A loose bit of myth that got left behind when all the others went on to wherever it is that myths go when we don't believe in them anymore.