Let's have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies.
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.
Go ahead. Insult me. His eyebrows go up. I don't take commands from mortals, he says with his customary cruel smile.
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.
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...
Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.
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.
Cardan looks at me as though he's never seen me before. He looks at me as though no one has ever spoken to him like this. Maybe no one has.