Romantasy Quotes

“She is the embodiment of a bad decision. The twin of danger and desire. The fine line between deadly and divine. And I can feel myself drowning.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“There is no me without you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“My smell. Do I smell like…?”
“Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Some broken things stay broken”
― Holly Black, The Prisoner’s Throne

“In fact, once I have retaken my throne, you will not have to do anything if you do not wish it. If you desire to sit in some corner of the castle hunched over your books and notepaper, bestirring yourself only to demand a tour of some brownie market or bogle den, then it will be done."
I let out a trembling breath. "And what sort of queen would that make me?"
He looked perfectly earnest as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Mine.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“That scar you flaunt is beyond hideous. I suggest you wear a scarf or a large necklace at the very least, to provide a distraction from such a glaring flaw.”
“Ah, now your rumoured exceedingly large collection of scarves and enormous necklaces makes sense.”
― Jane Cousins, The Beast Of Gloomenthrall: A snarky, hot and fun romantasy.

“I don’t like to be one to say I told you so.” Perri nudged her sister, as Alia stifled yet another yawn. “But the two of us would have made dreadful nuns.”
― Jane Cousins, The Beast Of Gloomenthrall: A snarky, hot and fun romantasy.

“They stared at each other, and just for a moment, it was like no one else was there. Just them. No dreks. No soldiers. He looked at her like she was the beginning and end of his world, and he smiled-”
― Alex Aster, Nightbane

“He held on tight when Awimak nearly toppled over loose stone before they reached level ground.
"Steady on," he murmured, patting the skull.
YOU DO NOT NEED TO WORRY, MY DRURY. I WON'T EVER DROP YOU.”
― Penny Moss, Coil of Boughs

“I like the way you murder," he said, affectionately.
ONLY FOR YOU, MY DRURY.
"I'm sure you say that to everyone you court." All the same, he couldn't help the smile.”
― Penny Moss, Coil of Boughs

“If I ever met another man who could love me, then I’m not sure that I could even recognize it anymore. It would be entirely up to that person to love not only me, but both of us in my place.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“You will find love again, Esme,” he whispered to her. “Even if I have to create such a man to love you, I will move heaven and earth to do so.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“Perhaps, the prince saw her as a new hobby. A pebble that he so desperately wanted to polish and turn into a gem, or a diamond. To transform a former villainess from the murky woods into a respectable lady at court.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“Instead, his eyes were always affixed upon her. From their first meeting until now, Kit was like a gentle breeze of traveling wind that simply moved alongside with her, as she journeyed across the road. Whether she traveled underneath the bright sun or the glimmering moon, he was always there.

Like a shadow, his presence eventually became a part of her.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“We talk through the night, sharing snippets of ourselves, and I’d stay here forever if I could.”
― Kaitlyn Allred, The Shadows of Swords

“And if she was the villainess, then he was the villain that she had long been waiting for, all these fifty years and counting.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“From what I’ve been told, you’re known as the heartless villainess, while I’ve been dubbed as the villainous prince of sorrow,” he replied. “A villain for a villainess.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“You show it when you refuse to touch me because you're worried I don't really want you, then show it again when you take the time to hunt down violets before a leadership meeting so I don't wake up alone. You show it in a million different ways.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“After watching you these past few days, I’ve come to admire you. Instead of allowing your misfortunes to consume you, you’ve managed to persevere through adversity and even succeeded on living your life on your own terms. Not many people can do that.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“Feeling light and free, she pulled him along, toward the source of La Chanson, which was calling to them. As their strides synchronized, she glanced at the river, braids of aquamarine and sapphire and emerald, like Luc’s irises. She snuck a sideways look at them, refracting and reflecting the water’s light.
As they approached the limestone cliffs that hid the source, he broke the pocket of silence. “You channel something when you sing. Something bigger than yourself.”
She took this in, looking up at the towering white stone, a natural temple, then glanced toward the cavern beside them, with its deep pool of water far below in the shadows.
“Like an underground spring,” he said.
She met his gaze, etched his words into her mind, engraved them into her heart. He understood her. She was just leaning toward his lips, when she heard a rumbling from the depths. The carnyx.
Luc gasped. “Did you see that?”
“Oui.” She straightened up and turned back to face him. “I saw it the other time I was here too.”
He looked at her in wonder. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, Callie… and you’re two for two?”
She felt the music coming from inside and outside and everywhere. All at once. If she opened her mouth, a song might pour out. On impulse, she grabbed Luc by the collar, pulled him close. Their kiss was a duet, soft and feathery at first, then growing more intense. Their music intermingled from a hidden source, and the river music swelled, rich and deep.
He laughed too. “I wish we’d come here sooner.”
“So do I.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I think La Chanson wants you to stay.”
“You think?”
From the depths came another roar, straight from a dragon’s mouth.”
― Laura Resau, The River Muse

“He grins, then drawls, “With all these observations of yours, are you sure you’re not just obsessed with me?”
― Kaitlyn Allred, The Shadows of Swords

“If I ever met another man who could love me, then I’m not sure that I could even recognize it anymore. It would be entirely up to that person to love not only me, but both us in my place.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“She's my once upon a time and my happily ever after, a sparkling ruby in a mine of obsidian. And she's mine.”
― Berlyn Hayes, Darkness of Destiny

“Ahead, on the dock, she saw a flock of winged cats clustered around a figure: a man, skinny and tall, with startlingly purple hair and two crystalline horns that curled into spirals like the spires of the conservatory itself. She couldn’t help but notice, not for the first time, that he was stunningly handsome, in a carefully curated work-of-art kind of way. Dax was as delicate as the roses that bloomed on the stone latticework, as precisely perfect as the mosaics, and as ethereal as the flute music that drifted down the staircase behind him. He looked as if he’d never faced wind peppered with sand and salt, as if the sun had never dared burn his skin, as if he’d never been touched by the world and certainly never been hurt by it. It made her want to wrap him in soft cotton and hold him close, which was a patently absurd way to feel about a grown man who neither needed nor had asked for her coddling.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Sea of Charms

“No one can resist her power.
Not even me.”
― Berlyn Hayes, Darkness of Destiny

“Hector sat up and brushed sand from his slacks. When he did, Vanessa caught a glimpse of something gold reflected in the moonlight.
She reached for his pant leg and pulled it up. It looked like a gold band with an intricate serpentine design etched into the metal. “It’s beautiful. Let me see.”
Hector jerked his leg away from her.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Ankle bracelets.” He stood, took her hand and pulled her up. “They’re a custom where I come from.”
“Where is that?” she asked, again aware of his accent.
He didn’t answer. Something had caught his attention.
She glanced down. Her gloves had fallen below the elbow and he was staring at the filigree pattern etched into her skin.
“It’s a henna tattoo,” she lied and tried to laugh. “Do you like it?”
“I love it,” he said reverently. He removed the rhinestone bracelet and peeled the glove down her arm. A sigh escaped his lips as if he were overcome by the beauty of the design. He turned her hand and ran his fingers lightly over the twisting lines. Under the moonlight the red starburst on the back of her hand radiated like fire.
“This is so lovely,” he whispered. “You shouldn’t hide it under gloves.”
He tossed her gloves in the sand.”
― Lynne Ewing, Moon Demon

“Maybe she had always been destined to be like Hekate, a goddess of dark, but was that so bad? It was during dark times that people most needed help from the divine. She understood that now.
“There never was a night that didn’t end,” she whispered.
Stanton looked at her. “You have to make a choice.”
She nodded. Her seventeenth birthday was quickly approaching, and then she had to choose. She could lose her powers and her memory of what she had once been, or she could disappear and become something else, a guardian spirit, perhaps. But now, unlike the other Daughters, Serena had a third choice. She could become a goddess of the dark.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession

“E ușor să uiți un vis frumos. Cele mai multe nu rămân cu tine nici măcar până în miezul zilei, ci devin ceață încă din clipa în care deschizi ochii. Dar coșmarurile persistă, te urmăresc, îți declanșează amintiri mult după ce te-ai trezit în miez de noapte cu inima zbătându-se în piept, cu stropi de transpirație pe față și cu gâtul uscat de la suspine.
Totuși și coșmarurile se uită. În timp, memoria lor devine tot mai fadă, începi să pierzi din elemente, iar creierul tău adaugă singur altele noi, de câte ori ajungi să revezi visul urât în amintirea ta, fie că îți dorești asta sau nu. Și apoi, mai sunt coșmarurile recurente. Visele premonitorii pe care le împarți cu alții. Piesa care nu își găsește locul în puzzle-ul rațiunii, pe care o cari după tine în buzunar, sperând că într-o zi vei afla că nu e doar o povară de care nu știi cum să te eliberezi, ci că își are undeva locul, că vei găsi spațiul pe care trebuie să îl umple și o vei așeza definitiv acolo.”
― Ava Blanche, O moștenire letală

“Gods—Damn it!”

“What the hells happened?!”

Cestielian accent stokes fire...

Tucking gold locks behind ear.
Smiling.

“Mon Cher…”

“You’re taller.”

“Older…”

“Your—”

“Manhood rose...”

“Sky...”
Arms loop neck. Gaze lock.

« Oui? »

“I’m naked—”

« Problème? Vue améliorée. »

“Cast memory spell, enchanting me naked…” 
“Now…” 

“What...?”
Chuckle parts lips—

“You’re right, Mon Cher.”
Brow raises.

“I am... About...?”

“True Voloisian women don’t kiss and tell...”
“Where’s the kiss...?”
Gifting you wink.

“Own it, Barbarian. We’re going shopping!”
― Tyler J. Roof, Fade to Black: Destin Violette: Ardent Noir Fantasy Romance

“Chris was fading, his image flickering in the breeze, a suggestion of the person he had been centuries back seeming to eclipse the person he had become.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
But he didn’t seem angry: he stared at her as if seeing her for the first time, his eyes full of gratitude. “You’re the embodiment of the Scroll now, Catty,” he said reverentially. “My job is complete. No heir before you has had the courage to do what you did. The Prophecy has been fulfilled.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Prophecy