I remember what it was to hate him with the whole of my heart, but I’ve remembered too late.
Go ahead. Insult me.” His eyebrows go up. “I don’t take commands from mortals,” he says with his customary cruel smile.
Call wasn’t sure what it meant that he’d gone full Evil Overlord on Jasper but still couldn’t manage to impress him.
I said ten years, but perhaps seven will be enough. That’s not so long. Seven years of drinking poison, of never sleeping, of living on high alert. Seven more years, and then maybe Faerie will be a safer, better land. And I will have earned my place in it. The great game, Locke had called it when he accused me of playing it. I wasn’t then, but I am now. And maybe I learned something from Locke. He made me into a story, and now I am going to make a story out of someone else.
I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.
I do not understand why he likes me, but it is exciting to be liked.
I can’t believe he said that and then just walked out, leaving me reeling. I am going to STRANGLE him.
You’re young, but you’re ambitious in the way that perhaps only the young can be.
Who cares about a test? There will be a million more quizzed in your life.
She should tell him no, but instead she seemed to be running toward trouble, leaving no stone unturned, no boy unkissed, no crush abandoned, and no bad idea unembraced.
I think you impressed him with the sheer force of your stupidity.
Instead, I try to imagine someone she might fall in love with. Maybe it will be a merrow, and he will give her the gift of breathing underwater and a crown of pearls and take her to his bed under the sea. Actually, that sounds amazing. Maybe I am making all the wrong choices.
I hate being a fool. I hate the idea of my emotions getting the better of me, making me weak. But my fear of being a fool turned me into one.
To Ben, love was the flame in which he wanted to be reborn. He wanted to be remade by it.
You’re a good little murderer, Dulcamara said.
Love is stupid. All we do is break one another’s hearts.
He had green eyes so clear and bright that they made you think of poisonous drinks or maybe mouthwash.
Most of all, I hate you because I think of you.
I think of Madoc, dozing away upstairs, all his dreams of murder. I think of Oriana and Oak being forced apart for years. I think of Cardan and how he will hate me. I think of what it means to make myself the villain of the piece. “For the next full minute, I command you not to move,” I whisper back.
With dawn of the new year on the horizon, I resolved to exert my will on the world.