Kerri Maniscalco Quotes

“You are not mine to take.” He brushed his lips against mine. Softly, so softly I might have imagined them there. My eyes fluttered shut. He could persuade me to build a steamship to the moon when he kissed me. We could orbit the stars together. “You are yours to give.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Hunting Prince Dracula

“Women are not possessions. She belongs to herself, you arrogant halfwit.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“I will be your God, your Creator, your Destroyer, and every depraved dark thing in between.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Her father had told her repeatedly that fear was the one force that drove all darkness in the world. Love, on the other hand, was the greatest source of power. Love strengthened the weakest, gave them a ferocity that fear never offered. Mothers defended their children. Partners, friends, good people stared down evil, becoming something to be feared.

Because of love.

Yet love wasn't the path Camilla had chosen. She'd succumbed to that same moral trap.

Change was terrifying. The unknown always was. It was the very essence of its being unknown that made it so. The familiar was comforting even when it wasn't necessarily good.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“He'd been right when he said she didn't want Prince Charming.

She wanted the demon.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“You have no morals.'

'True. But yours are as grey in tone as mine, my dear.'

'That's hardly true.'

'What a cunning little liar you are.'

She was indeed.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Nature was a violent mistress, her beauty a mask to hide her cruelty.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Camilla sobbed, and then gently pulled him onto her lap, stroking his head.

'Please. Please get up.'

She had read enough fairy tales as a young girl to know that the prince was supposed to wake the love of his life with a kiss. But Envy was a demon, and Camilla was no damsel in distress. She pressed her lips to his forehead.

He didn't magically stir.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Touch her'- his voice was laced with malice, even as it faded to a mere whisper- 'and I'll annihilate you all.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“It's morning.'

His attention flicked to hers, amusement lacing his tone. 'I do comprehend what the sun indicates, pet.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“My only problem,' he said, gently nipping at her fingertips, 'is that I want you.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Her warmth enveloped him almost instantly, her scent filling the space between them until all he could think of was how much he envied her perfume for touching her skin when he couldn't.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Sweet dreams, my filthy little darling.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“He flashed a knowing grin. 'Sweet deviant. You like me bowing before you?”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Sometimes two people weren't meant to be more than one moment. Wondrous and unforgettable though it might be, not all good things were meant to last.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“What is reality? If it feels real, looks real, is it not so?”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“The time for talking was through. He'd promised to be a demon and right now he was being far too charming.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Summon your wings,' Sloth said, finally, lifting his icy gaze to Envy's face.

'Shall I roll over or fetch next?”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“...some scars shaped the future.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Until she lost and let others down and felt the weight of responsibility press onto her shoulders, she couldn't lecture him on only seeking sunshine and completely forgetting that the world also needed rain to thrive.

Darkness was never as appeaeling as the light to most, but that didn't mean it was any less integral to life. Too much sunshine withered the soul.

Balance was the key.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Until she lost and let others down and felt the weight of responsibility press onto her shoulders, she couldn't lecture him on only seeking sunshine and completely forgetting that the world also needed rain to thrive.

Darkness was never as appealing as the light to most, but that didn't mean it was any less integral to life. Too much sunshine withered the soul.

Balance was the key.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Winning is not always about power. It's about who wants it more...”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“When you couldn't remember anything, everyone wore an enemy's face.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Truth was more hurtful than a blade. But he'd given it to her as she'd done for him, and for that she was grateful.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“It's when we're trapped in complete darkness that our true selves are revealed.'

His otherworldly glow winked out.

'Who are you when the world fades away? What are you made of? How strong is your mind, your will, your capacity to fight? When there is nothing, who do you become?”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“For the bookworm who dreams of falling into the pages their favorite fantasy world, this one is for you.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of Nightmares

“You did this to him."
Her anger was a blazing inferno, but her voice was cold, unfeeling.
I'd never heard that tone from her.
"If it makes you feel better, I was aiming for you."
His low drawl didn't hide the fear I sensed coming from him. He'd realized the same thing I had-the true threat wasn't him and it certainly wasn't me.
There was something far worse in these woods tonight.
And I was wholly captivated.
I kept my attention on Lore, sensing a chasm splitting inside her, growing wider the longer her anger simmered without an outlet.
She was a geyser ready to blow.
I released a small hiss as the next wave of ice moved through my veins.
Lore didn't miss the barely audible sound, as if she was now attuned to the slightest shift in me.
Her gaze darkened, like a shadow passing over the sun.
"You shouldn't have missed.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of Nightmares

“There was nothing soft or forgiving in her face; there was hardly anything human in it. She wore a mask of vengeance that would make the fiercest archangels tremble if they dared to gaze upon it.
She was a perfect nightmare.
An inkling of recognition flickered in, but I couldn't sort out what was familiar.
My sweet ray of sunshine who burned hotter than the surface of the sun when provoked. It seemed like I was the only one who admired her ferocity.
I heard the Fae's boots catch on a rock as he stumbled back.
It was the wrong move.
Showing a predator any fear was the quickest way to ensure they attacked.
Right now Lore was no different.
I sensed the rising tide of power a moment before she detonated.
"You hurt what's mine.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of Nightmares

“His mouth crashed into mine, not a kiss, a claim. His tongue surged past my lips, demanding, devouring, like he meant to brand me from the inside out.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of Nightmares

“And when I looked up and met Sloth's eyes, the world quieted.
He was still watching me. Hadn't looked away once.
My heart did that soft, fluttering thing it did only for him. And I knew then, without question, that this wasn't the end of our story. Not even close.
This was only the beginning.
And, gods, I couldn't wait to turn the page.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of Nightmares