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...
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.
He's flint, you're tinder.
Because you're like a story that hasn't happened yet. Because I want to see what you will do. I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale.
Let's have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies.
You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it.
I love my parents' murderer; I suppose I could love anyone.
It's shocking, he says, as though he's giving me some great compliment. I know humans can lie, but to watch you do it is incredible. Do it again.
Nice things don't happen in storybooks,' Taryn says. 'Or when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it.
Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.
Get down here before you’re recognized. Playing hide-and-seek under the table? Crouching in the dirt? Typical of your kind, but far beneath my dignity. He laughs unsteadily, like he expects I am going...
