I am no murderer, says Cardan, surprising me. I would not have thought that was something to be proud of.
His song began to change. It grew softer, sweeter, like the morning after a long cry, when your head still hurt but your heart was no longer broken.
He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.
He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.
He was as honest as any criminal can hope to be.
He looks like a faerie lover stepped out of a ballad, the kind where no good comes to the girl who runs away with him.
He closed his eyes. '' he said, but she could hear despair in his voice. It made her even angrier. It made her want to live down to his expectations.
Hazel never cried. She was forged from iron; she never broke.
Go ahead. Insult me.His eyebrows go up. I don’t take commands from mortals, he says with his customary cruel smile.So you’re going to say something nice? I don’t think so. Faeries can’t lie.
Gavriel closed his eyes, sooty lashes brushing his cheek. I'll stay with you.What? No, she said automatically. No! That's crazy.I'm crazy, he reminded her.
Farewell, Father, she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.
Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties. Twisted words, pranks, omissions, riddles, scandals, not to mention their revenges upon one another for ancient,...
Faerie might be beautiful, but its beauty is like a golden stag’s carcass, crawling with maggots beneath his hide, ready to burst.
Every night, in every Coldtown, people die. People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.
Do you know what the Turkish say about coffee? It should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.
Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.
Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.
Cardan’s gaze catches mine, and I can’t help the evil smile that pulls up the corners of my mouth. His eyes are bright as coals, his hatred a living thing, shimmering in the air between us like the ai...
But I will not stand in front of your happiness. I will not even stand in front of misery that you choose for yourself.
Because I am about to be devoured by poodles, I quip. Remember me always, my love.