I don’t know what I am, but this isn’t happiness.
Maybe the girl would get strong enough to withstand an ink exchange with one of the chosen faeries. If not, he could always give her to one of the weaker fey. It seemed a shame to waste a lovely broken toy.
A clear division between good and evil, right and wrong, would simplify everything, but life was rarely simple.
You are the one who gives me reason to wake in the mornings, who infuriates me, who enrages me, who enthralls me. You are my passion, my fury, my soul. Shall i explain further?
Loving someone meant letting them be who they were, not caging them.
I didn’t drown. I didn’t break.
Will you be my forever, Donia?
Love can give a person strength to break through glamours and magicks.
They’ve been stealing mortals away for centuries, but they can’t have you.
Faeries are equally loyal and deceitful.
Trust your instincts, trust your judgment.
In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably.
Some things are more important than safety.
And he was gone before she could think clearly enough to explain that her yes was a Yes, I’ll marry you.
Going backwards is never an option.
Discord says it’s a good idea. That’s comforting.
I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I’ve looked, in my dreams it’s always been you who were meant to be my queen.
That’s what the court needs-a happy king, a king who can’t stop dreaming of being lost in someone who wants to be just as lost. Tell me you’ll let me get lost in you.
I don’t know if you realize it or not, but your sudden devotion to her is creepy.
She was afraid, but she couldn’t just sit around waiting for someone to save her. She had to try to save herself, try to figure it out.