Jacqueline White > Quotes

“Yshera,” he said, and there was a rawness, an honesty, in his voice I hadn’t heard before. “Taking on your pain is nothing compared to the pain I feel when you experience it.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“I had been called many things in my life—bastard, abomination, living shame—but beautiful was rarely among them, and never in reference to the very feature that marked me as different.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“I’m not built for happiness,” I told him, the closest thing to truth I could offer. “Only for survival.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“You will not die today, yshera,” Death replied, low and dangerous. “The world is not prepared for what I would do if this,” his thumb pressed against my pulse point, “were to stop.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“You play with fire, little queen,” he whispered, his voice deepening, acquiring an echo that hadn’t been there before. “You provoke a god.” “Good,” I breathed. “Burn me.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“I seek what I have always sought,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, forcing me to lean slightly forward to hear. “That which is mine by right.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“I was no longer certain which of us was predator, and which was prey.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“Your eyes,” he murmured, his voice softer than I had heard it yet. “They’re quite unusual.” I stiffened, bracing for the familiar disgust or suspicion that typically followed such observations. “Beautiful,” he added, his gaze never wavering. “Like moonlight captured in a storm.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“If these chains were broken, if this wall between us was dust... I would show you the true meaning of divine intervention.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“I would not break. I was Mireille of Vareth, bastard daughter of a king, wife to a monster. And somehow, I would find a way to turn this nightmare to my advantage. Even if it took an eternity.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“Careful, little sparrow,” he murmured as he pulled me closer, our bodies now nearly flush. “Your wings are soon to be bound. Do not make me clip them entirely.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“If I smell him on you again, Princess,” he whispered, voice velvet-wrapped in venom, “I’ll rip every vein from his body and string you a necklace. A wedding gift, if you will.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“And in the end,” he whispered, each word laced with quiet certainty, “you—your soul—will belong to me. I will make you mine.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“I believe, Mireille, that you deserve to be worshipped as thoroughly as you have been neglected.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“You may find, Princess, that defiance serves you poorly with me.” “And you may find, King Valen, that I am not so easily broken.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“If she is harmed,” Death’s voice came from his cell, soft as falling snow yet somehow filling the entire dungeon, “I will find the crack in every realm and pull you through it, Kassimir. I will shred your essence so thoroughly that not even the memory of you will remain.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“You’re still alive. You’ve endured worse.” But I hadn’t. Not really. The physical torture—the whips, the blades, the burning—those were simple equations of pain. They were almost clean in their brutality. What Valen had done tonight was different. He had used my body against me, turned it into his accomplice in my own degradation.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“You are my wife,” he said simply. “My prisoner. My instrument of justice against a man who imprisoned gods. You, your pain, everything about you, is mine.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“I would make you mine,” Death growled, his voice thick with possession. “Completely, utterly mine. You would wear my marks, carry my scent, bear the evidence of my worship in every bruise, every bite, every place my mouth had claimed you.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“I’d spread those pretty knees wide until I could see every glistening inch of you. I’d lick into you so deep you’d feel me in your fucking soul.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“Touch yourself, little fawn. Let me hear what’s mine.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“Pleasure is hardly what one feels when they are bound to a bloodthirsty king.” Valen chuckled softly as we twirled, his movements confident and fluid. “Oh, but that’s where you’re mistaken, wife.” He lowered his voice further, almost conspiratorially. “There are countless ways I can make you feel pleasure while bound.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“Don’t pretend you did me a favor,” I snapped.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“Iwas born to die.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin

“I would erase his touch from your memory until you remembered nothing but my hands on your skin. I would make you forget his name, little fawn. I would make you scream mine.”
― Jacqueline White, Souls in Ruin