It looked for all the world like a sharp blade of a craft had burst out from the heart of the rift above, impossibly close, and it was soaring straight for him. Another emerged, then another, then a dozen at once, screaming out of the skies like the poisoned darts of a hunter-god. Malko stumbled backwards, remembering the stories Goodwife Ingrid used to tell him as a child: grisly tales of a changeling folk who came from the skies to steal the innocent away into hell. "Man the guns!" shouted Malko, his voice hoarse with terror. "For the love of the holy MAN THE GUNS!"
— Dark Eldar Codex - Raiders, Warhammer 40,000
Like most of his race the fairy had a great multitude of names, honorifics, titles, and pseudonyms; but usually he was known as Cold Henry. Cold Henry made a long and deferential speech to his guest. The speech was full of metaphors and obscure allusions, but what Cold Henry seemed to be saying was that fairies were naturally wicked creatures who did not always know when they were going wrong.
— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell.
"Trust not in their appearance, for the Eldar are as alien to good, honest men as the vile Tyranids and savage Orks. There is no understanding them, for there is nothing to understand - they are a random force in the universe."
— Imperial Commander Abriel Hume, Warhammer 40,000
Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are marvelous. They cause marvels.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes, look behind words that have changed their meaning.
No one ever said elves are nice.
Elves are bad.
Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
We dare not throw a party, dude,
For fear of little men.
— from the back cover blurb of Mythology Abroad by Jody Lynn Nye
They steal cattle and babies...
They steal milk...
They love music, and steal away musicians...
In fact they steal everything.
We'll never be as free as them, as light as them, as beautiful as them; we are animals.
Sit down by the fire and I'll tell ye a story to send ye away to your bed
Of the things ye hear creepin' when everyone's sleepin' and you wish you were out here instead
It isn't the mice in the wall, it isn't the wind in the well.
Every night they march out of that hole in the wall, passin' through on their way out of Hell.
— The Pogues, Sit Down By The Fire
"Far out in the center of this region is a place called the Chantry. It's supposed to hold all kinds of vast and ancient secrets, including a powerful being the natives only refer to as 'The Kind One'. Now, a title like that can mean a lot of things in folklore, like trying to placate something monstrous."
— Justin Augustine, City of Heroes
"Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand."
— William Butler Yeats, "The Stolen Child"
Consider, for instance, a Fae who believes that he has fallen in love with a changeling, and she loves him in turn. One day, though, that will all fall apart, a house of cards whirling in a callous wind. The Fae might grow to hate the changeling's pandering attentions. Or maybe the Fae will one day ask a simple favor — "Please, my dear, pass me the salt" — and in the changeling's hesitation the Fae sees gross disobedience. As so he snaps her neck, wondering at the sounds that gurgle up from her collapsed trachea. Soon thereafter, he remembers the burbling of the honeyed brook outside his Arcadian home, and he returns to his world, managing to never think twice about how easily he killed his "love."
Totally divorced from the cycle of life and death as it exists in Creation, raksha who interact with Creation-born can only imitate the characteristics of such beings. More commonly, a raksha just parodies them crudely. As a Storyteller you can accentuate the alien nature of raksha existence by playing up how alien Creation-born are to them. Imagine how strange the idea of "food" might be to the Fair Folk. Creation-born devote much of there lives to burying tiny seeds in the earth, carefully cultivating them for months, harvesting the resulting crops, preparing them as food, eating them and expelling them as waste. (What's all that about? Do humans go through all that work just to defecate?) Now, imagine Fair Folk becoming fascinated with the concept of "food" and exploring all aspects of that concept, shaping themselves to be able to eat mortal food... as well as things no mortal would eat (just to keep things interesting). Those raksha who seek to understand Creation approach all aspects of the world with curiosity of a precocious child, the scientific detachment of a savant and all the inventiveness of a being constrained neither by morality nor the laws of physics.
— Graceful Wicked Masques The Fair Folk, Exalted
I certainly didnít set out to specialize in elves. But recently, I think I figured out where this pattern comes from. [...] As I was developing Samara, the cat character, I had a startling insight. Start with a cat; give her intelligence, weapons, magic, and art; allow her human height and stance; keep the attitude—what do you have?
The answer is, of course, an elf. Dip Samara in Nair, and the haughty little wench could walk around Evermeet without raising a winged eyebrow. So I suppose it makes sense for me to gravitate toward elves—Iím a cat person from way back.
— Elaine Cunningham
"[G]ood fairies don't exist."
— Rae "Sunshine" Seddon, Sunshine by Robin McKinley
"Courage to strengthen,
Fire to blind,
Music to dazzle,
Iron to bind."
— Rhyme from The Wheel of Time which precedes the game of Snakes and Foxes, being a corrupted memory of the tools needed to fight the local version of the Fair Folk.
Leliana: I must say that traveling with you has opened my eyes to how wrong some are about the Dalish. You are not at all savage, and I've not seen you snatch away women and children without provocation.
Mahariel: Are you trying to be funny?
Leliana: Funny? No, people actually do believe such things of you.
Anders: Do the Dalish ever have fancy parties? I always imagined they celebrated most big occasions by eating mushrooms and acorns. And maybe dancing naked around a campfire.
Merrill: You know, I was wondering when the naked dancing was going to start...and the human sacrifice. I mean, you just can't throw a decent party without kidnapping a human child and offering her entrails to the sky gods.
— Dragon Age II, "Mark of the Assassin"
Som say no evil thing that walks by night
In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen,
Blew meager Hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost,
That breaks his magick chains at curfeu time,
No goblin, or swart faery of the mine,
Hath hurtfull power o're true virginity.
Everyone SAYS they want a fairytale wedding but when I show up and curse their firstborn suddenly Iím a jerk.
Wait, but who curses the firstborn at the wedding? Isnít that jumping a little bit ahead?
''Tall and proud and wondrous fair
The people of the dark and air
Hold high the iron that they fear
When the Fair Folk call, don't let them near . . .
Seven years spent out of time
And all is lost that once was mine
I tarried once and listened long
To the echoes of the Fair Folk's song.''
— "The Fair Folk" by Heather Dale