Let's have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies.
Go ahead. Insult me. His eyebrows go up. I don't take commands from mortals, he says with his customary cruel smile.
Vivi is right; it cost me something to be the way I am. But I do not know what. And I don't know if I can get it back. I don't even know if I want it.
Cardan grins at me as though we've been great friends all our lives. I forgot how charming he can be--and how dangerous that is.
Nicasia's wrong about me. I don't desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.
I'm not a monster, I'd told her, back when I said I would never hurt Oak. But maybe being a monster was my calling.
Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.
The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.
What they don't realize is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by a man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live wit...
You think I don’t deserve him, I say to Cardan.He smiles slowly, like the moon slipping beneath the waves of the lake. Oh no, I think you’re perfect for each other.
But kissing Locke never felt the way that kissing Cardan does, like taking a dare to run over knives, like an adrenaline strike of lightning, like the moment when you've swum too far out in the sea an...
