Wisdom is for the meek,” he returns. “And it seldom helps them as much as they believe it will. After all, as wise as you are, you still married Locke. Of course, perhaps you are wiser than even that – perhaps you’re so wise you made yourself a widow, too.
We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to removes it.
But in all the stories, you have a single chance; and if you miss it, then it’s gone. The door isn’t there when you go back to look. There is no second invitation to the ball. This is my chance.
Better she never be a bride than wind up a widow.
I don’t imagine myself back in a life like theirs; what I imagine is going over there and scaring them until they cry. I would never, of course. I mean, I don’t think I would.
Storms are less fickle than they are, seas less capricious.
No amount of takeout Chinese food or politeness ought to make me forget exactly who and what I am dealing with.
I will repay him, although it seems I will have much to repay him for. I will make him proud of me. Everyone else, I will make very, very sorry.
Hazel kissed boys for all kinds of reasons – because they were cute, because she was a little drunk, because she was bored, because they let her, because it was fun, because they looked lonely, because it blotted out her fears for a while, because she wasn’t sure how many kisses she had left.
I hate that he knows what he’s doing and I don’t. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I’ve ever liked anyone and that of all the things he’s ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.
Of course, that was probably a problem with being an Evil Overlord. You didn’t regret the right things.
A well-seasoned strategist waits for the right opportunity.
The big question of vampires, the question that hunts governments and individuals alike, the question that bug me every night when I see their red eyes watching citizens of Coldtown the ways hungry cats watch fishin a bucket is: what are they? Are they diseased or demonic? Are they humans who have become ill, deserving hospitals and care, as some have argued? Or are they the bodies of our loved ones animated by some dark force that we ought to seek to destroy?
I need to make her realize that even terrible memories are better than weird gaps or the hollowness of your feelings not making sense.
Rules are different for poets.
She fell asleep like a flame being extinguished.
It’s just that Hazel is so – people like Hazel. Boys like Hazel. She goes through this world as if nothing touches her, as if no one can reach her, as though she’s focused on something bigger and better and more important that she’s not going to tell you a single thing about. It drives people crazy. It charms them.
I still feel the warm pressure of his fingers against my skin. Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn’t know what I feel.
As I make my way back to the tournament and my sisters, I can’t stop thinking of Cardan’s shocked face, nor can I stop considering Locke’s smile. I am not altogether sure which is more thrilling and which more dangerous.
Lords and ladies who walk unseen, lords and ladies all in green, three times I stamp upon the earth... ” Hazel hesitated and then gave the only reason she could think of why the Folk might grant her entry to their revel.“Let me in for the sake of mirth.