Is that a Fairy?” he whispered. “Yep,” the wombat barked. “He has a crown on.” “Yep,” sighed Tamburlaine. “And he’s eating our food.” “Strictly speaking,” said the King of the Fairies between mouthfuls, “I’m leasing you this food on a limited, bite-by-bite basis and a generous payment-deferral plan. I’d have thought someone would have told you about Fairy food. You always pay, lad. I’m not running a charity delicatessen.
Catherynne M. Valente, The Boy Who Lost Fairyland











