"The Seelie Queen lay upon her bed and looked up at the stone ceiling of her bedchamber."
"Faeries slept little, and rarely dreamed, but the Queen liked her bed to be comfortable."
“Have you ever,” said the boy in the bed beside her, “pricked yourself on one of the thorns, Your Majesty?”
“She turned to look at Jonathan Morgenstern sprawled among the covers.”
“She leaned to kiss him, and he reached up to twine his fingers in her red hair.”