Let our King be made from ice. He wished it too, wished for the ice that encased the branches out on the hill to freeze his heart.
None of that seemed real, but the world would certainly be cooler with something so unreal in it.
Jude never loved Locke.” My face feels hot, but my shame is an excellent cover to hide behind. “She loved.
It turned our that no matter how far you fall, there’s always a lower place.
Now that I’ve started touching her, I can’t seem to stop. Like somehow the language of my hands will tell her all the things I don’t know how to say out loud.
When I met Eldred, he rode up on a milk-white steed, and all the imaginings of my life were as dust and ashes.
Automotones, escaped.
He smiled, a real smile, the kind real boys gave real girls. “It’s been a very long time since anyone worried for me.
For what we want most, we will take almost any chance.
Parece que tengo un gusto singular por las mujeres que me amenazan.
Try not to get killed by some handsome, paranoid elf who thinks he’s stuck in a ballad. I’ll try not to flunk out of physics.
Fine, fine, everyone’s fine,” the vampire said. “Fine as scattered pieces of sand.
Maybe I didn’t spend decades with you like Lucien did, but I bet I can make you laugh faster than he could.
She wanted to tell him about Valentina and how she had to go, how she’d promised she’s help, and how she would help, except that right then she didn’t want to help anyone so much as to kiss him and maybe bite him again, too, but mostly kiss him and do all the things that came after kissing.
You’re like a story that hasn’t happened yet.
Jasper,” said Call. “Tell me something, and please answer honestly.” Jasper nodded. “Is this the Assembly’s new strategy for torturing me until I give them information?
Secrets hurt the keeper more than you think.
You’ve delivered your message. I have no bit of doggerel to send back – my own fault for having a seneschal who cannot double as my Court Poet – but I will be sure to crumple up some paper and drop it into the water when I do.
We slept on mattresses stuffed with the soft seed-heads of dandelions.
Just another dull night in Fairfold, where everyone’s a lunatic or an elf.