Well, I say brightly, we’re getting on splendidly, aren’t we? Glad to see you’re all becoming friends over your mutually violent desires.
For heaven’s sake, I say, will you please sip the tea so I don’t have to pour you another cup every five minutes? We’re facing an apocalypse, he replies. There is not enough tea in the world to calm m...
He loved you so much that when you died, he might as well have died with you.
Must you question everything? Aye, I say. It delights me to annoy you whenever possible.
Aoram dhuit, he breathes. I will worship thee.
One day, you’ll tell people the story of the faery king and the human girl. And how he watched from afar as she lived out twenty thousand human days. And if she listened closely during winter, when th...
My ears are bleeding. I have a nasty headache. I'm trapped in a room with a murderous faery and I blame you.That's fair.
Gavin finally clears his throat to fill the awkward silence. Tavish, Lorne. Will you permit me to introduce—The large man—Lorne—laughs, and it’s a deep rumble in his chest. Permit me. Well, la-di-da L...
You know my mother thinks the waltz is indecent.Your mother would find the sight of a chair leg indecent.
We burn bright, and we burn out. That’s what it means to be human.
That’s what family does: They bring home with them.
Kiaran and I have little connection beyond our names. We battle, bleed and hunt together almost every night. He teaches me how to slaughter in the most effective, brutal ways possible. But I've never...
I'm like him. I'm a monster, too.
Perhaps he’s my curse. Perhaps I’m his weakness. Together we left the world in ruins.
Crimson suits you best.
I’m not a creature of vengeance any more. I’m not just the girl whose gift is chaos. I’m the girl who endured.
You want to know what you mean to me, Kam?’ His lips trail down the curve of my neck.‘Every day I wonder when your human life will end, and it scares the hell out of me. ’ His words are hot on my skin...
When Dante described the circles of Hell, he clearly forgot the one where a hungry pixie sits on one's shoulder for eternity.
Time won’t fix me. Time allows me to become more skillful at hiding how much I hurt inside. Time makes me a great liar. Because when it comes to grief, we all like to pretend.
He opens one bottle and holds it out to me. ‘Drink this one.’Inside is a milky blue liquid with what looks like thin slivers of glass floating in it. Surely he doesn’t mean for me to drink glass. ‘Am...