Most fae are sly and subtle folk who step as soft as chimney smoke. Some go among your kind enshaedn, glamored as a pack mule laden, or wearing gowns to fit a queen…we know enough to not be seen…many of the darker sort would love to use you for their sport. What keeps these from moolit trespass? Iron, fire, mirror-glass. Elm and ash and copper knives, solid hearted farmers wives who know the rules of the game we play and give us bread to keep away.
Patrick Rothfuss The Wise Man’s Fear