He who writes poetry is not a poet. He whose poetry has become his life, and who has made his life his poetry - it is he who is a poet.
I heard there are no male sidhe-seers. " Where did you hear that?" Around. " And which one of those are you in doubt about Ms. Lane?" Which one of what?" Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt. Oh, please. " I rolled my eyes. "You're a leftie, Barrons. " Touche, Ms. Lane," he murmered.