Crown Prince Quotes

“His name was Dorian.
Dorian Havillard, and he was the Crown Prince of Adarlan.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows

“The air around him almost seemed to glimmer, gold dust in the dark. Moonlight made him more beautiful, yes, but in the same way that darkness emphasized a flame. He didn't belong in it; Bastian Arceneaux was antithetical to night.”
― Hannah F. Whitten, The Foxglove King

“I will leave the making of law to you, brother,” Prince Baelon declared, “I would sooner make sons.”
― George R.R. Martin, Fire & Blood

“By almost every account he's a fine young man. I'm simply trying to figure out why I should care that he's three centimeters taller than he was in May.”
― John Burnham Schwartz, The Commoner

“I’ve got you now. You’ve tasted my lips, delved my depths, even drunk my milk.. That’s the most powerful of mysteries ... the most ancient ... and now you are mine forever, my love.”
― W.D. Kilpack III

“I’ve got you now. You’ve tasted my lips, delved my depths, even drunk my milk. That’s the most powerful of mysteries ... the most ancient ... and now you are mine forever, my love.”
― W.D. Kilpack III

“A week later, Stanton walked into the fire. Sparks cascaded around him and formed a crown in his hair without burning. The cold blaze lashed around him, etching a frosty crystalline pattern of his arms and face.
He stared at the other members of the Inner Circle through the veil of flames as the fire burned his mortality away and he became an Immortal again. Their eyes looked more pleased than angry, more content than covetous. Stanton had destroyed the traitor Lambert, and the Atrox was pleased.
The fire became a maelstrom, shrieking up to the heavens in triumph. The crown of burning embers stayed on his head. Bits of fire showered the night and formed a pathway toward the blaze.
Three of the highest-ranking members stepped slowly forward along the fiery path, carrying a cloak spun of black, silky threads. Together they spread the fabric and set the cloak over Stanton's shoulders.
He stared at the emblem, surprised by what he had been given. He smiled, satisfied, and knew that Jimena's final premonition had come true. Only one was allowed to wear this crest. It was the highest honor given by the Atrox; two hands holding the eternal flame of evil. Stanton understood its significance. He had once been destined to be a prince. Now he was Prince of the Night.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Sacrifice