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

“I like him better now that I’ve hit him in the face.”
― Briar Boleyn, With Hearts of Flame: A Novel

“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

“Oh,” Saffron thought, horrified and fascinated in equal measure. “This is how villains are born.”
― L.K. Steven, Silvercloak

“I see you, Silver, for all that you are.

And what am I?

Stubborn. Smart. Sarcastic. Complicated. Brave in a way most would consider reckless. Afraid, though you’d never admit it. Good, though you ve started to doubt it.”
― L.K. Steven, Silvercloak

“You build what you want to build, offer it as widely as you can to whoever you think will appreciate it, and if other people like it or don’t like it… that’s on them. Not you.”
She thought of Ethan. That sentence shouldn’t have applied to him, but… it kind of did. He hadn’t wanted what she built. And that was on him.
Jack laughed at something one of the guests said, and Calisa peeked again into the sitting room. He was chatting with the guests as he served cake to Zef. He likes me as I am. He saw her as she was. He listened to her. He never tried to change her. He’s what I need and want.
As if he sensed her watching, he looked over. Calisa met his eyes and smiled, and he smiled back, instantly and fully, like he’d been ready and waiting for her to notice him.
“I think I understand,” Calisa said to Auntie Zee.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Faraway Inn

“Αν μιλούσες σε εκείνον τον δαίμονα όπως μιλάς σε εμένα, δε θα χρειαζόταν καν να σηκώσω το σπαθί μου. Θα τον είχες νικήσει με την αιχμηρή σου γλώσσα".”
― Γεωργία Ταουσιάνη, Προστάτες του φωτός: Η μάχη των σκιών

“They lingered by a stall that sold scarves that shimmered like the sky--- you could see sunset spread across the fabric, deepening from pale blue to rose and orange, then to deep blue scattered with stars. Jack wrapped one around Calisa's shoulders, and she held the fabric up to her eyes, watching it twinkle between her fingers.
"Beautiful," she said.
"Yes," he agreed.
He was looking at her, not the scarf.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Faraway Inn

“While the little dragon flew in circles overhead, Calisa kissed Jack. He tasted like an epiphany. Like chocolate cake with raspberry jam. And like a future she wanted.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Faraway Inn

“See you later, lovely siren.”
My heart went wild, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed that he wasn’t doing what I thought he was about to do. His words caught up with me, and I almost laughed. “‘Siren,’ huh? Do you expect me to lure you into the sea now?”
His eyes crinkled. “Maybe I’m the one luring you to my island, where we, my people, can treat you like a princess.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“When the ocean calls to you a little too hard for you to resist, let me be the one to show you the way home.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Sirens

“I couldn't tell her that like a shriveled sprout in the dirt, I needed nutrients, nourishment, life, and that when I was desperate, I would take it every time.
I couldn't tell her I craved it.
"What about me?" Eva didn't move closer, but she may as well have. I felt her attention like a weight and stepped back. "Would you hurt me?"
"No," the monster rasped inside my head.
I swallowed. "I don't want to hurt anyone, bee girl.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“The instant the aster touched my skin, it wilted in my palm and its energy moved into me, unseen.
Within me, the monster straightened. “It tastes like honey,” it whispered in wonderment.
Eva watched, transfixed. I waited for the fear to come. I waited for disgust. Gingerly, she took the weed back, holding it up to the light, and I watched, mouth agape, as the dead thing came back to life again and bloomed for her.
“So.” Eva’s triumphant smile was a confirmation. “You’re like me.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“He smiled wearily, his eyes a treasure box of hazel. Stone. Soil. Grass. Gold. All the colors of the earth, ensconced in his irises.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“It was ridiculous to cast my shadow over her light. The bee girl didn’t know what it was like to wonder if she even had a soul, or if the emptiness inside was merely a sign that her soul was rotten. She had honey in her veins, not death. Not rot.
Not like me.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“As a girl, she’d lived on folktales. They were the water to her family’s roots, and she’d grown up on stories of bargains and broken hearts. Even Dad’s stories often ended in tragedy. When she was young, Eva thought it terribly romantic to love what you were destined to lose.
Now she called bullshit. It was easy to say that you’d die for someone, but what Eva really wanted was the kind of love that stood its ground when things got difficult, the kind of love that chose to live.
For years, she’d fed her anger to survive, picturing her heart like a garden made to wither in the cold, and she’d blamed Arthur for killing the part of her that had believed in their story.
But his touch awakened something in her again.
As Arthur moaned into the skin of her neck, pressing his lips to her body and making goose bumps erupt down her arms, Eva wondered if maybe she’d been wrong all this time. Gardens never really die, after all. Seeds lie dormant, and soil goes fallow, all in the faith that one day, when the conditions are right, it will bloom again.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“She was silk to a flame, her fibers undone. She was honeycomb under a heated knife, her spine arching as she melted against him.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“The monster didn’t usually get to be this near to her, to smell the damp of her hair or feel where her freckles lay flat against Arthur’s skin. It loved her freckles.
Eva had a tendency to push the monster back. At times, it had managed to slip past Arthur’s defenses so completely after Charlotte died.
The monster held its breath as the acute sensation of summer grew heavy around the two of them, but the sunny feeling didn’t hurt. It hummed.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“"Eva?" the monster whispered, feathering a panicked touch to her cheek. Her color was fading, a deathly pallor swallowing the rosy hue of sun-touched skin. "Wake up," it pleaded weakly, cradling the back of her neck to prevent her head from lolling. Salt burned the corners of its eyes. Strange, how tears could hurt sometimes.
With a little sob, the monster repositioned Eva on the grass and pressed both palms to the wound in her side. The gentle pressure made Eva convulse, her eyes slitting open.
She moaned.
"I’m sorry." The monster couldn’t tell where its panic ended and Arthur’s began. The level of terror coursing through their shared being was so violent it made the monster nauseous. "I’m so sorry. But you’ve got to stay awake for me.” It scrubbed under its eyes, clearing the blurriness away, tasting salt. "You have to stay.”
Eva’s lips parted, but no sound came out. The monster stripped off Arthur’s shirt and balled it up, then pressed it to her wound. "Come on, Freckles,” it choked out.
The monster had never prayed before. What was a creature like it supposed to do with God, anyway? But it firmly believed that if anyone should curry divine favor, it was Arthur’s bee girl.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“Something changed.
The glow in my chest ballooned down to my fingertips. I couldn’t feel the monster, nor could I hear its voice, as sunshine and power poured into my limbs, filling my heart to bursting. I gathered all the love I could muster for Eva, all the years spent missing her, all the ways she’d changed me and made me new. The flowers around us seemed to sigh, the heartbeat of the earth so close I could taste it. I could take it.
But I didn’t want to take things anymore. I wanted to mend.
A heady sensation filled the gaps in my mind where the darkness lay. But this was not my monster. It was sweet, and it poured through me, through Eva too, bright and sweet as sticky, sugary gold. Every breath was honeyed. Every breath was life.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“Her eyes dropped to the ground at his feet. Even in the dark, she could see the earth respond to him. Long-forgotten bulbs pushed through the dark, wet soil. His wilderness stunned her. It—he— was breathtaking. Leaves clung to Arthur’s skin without dying. Smudged in soil, raw as rain, he looked to her like a god of the woods.
And she wanted every part of him.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“He pressed on, moving closer. “I know I promised not to share my opinion on Earthlings anymore, but damn it, they are fools for disregarding you, for neglecting you, for failing you.” His fists were clenched stiffly at his sides, his eyes tinged red with exhaustion. Even so, he continued, his voice breathy with exasperation as he drew nearer. “I don’t think I could have not noticed you, even if I tried.”
― M. M. Marsden, Smoke & Stars

“Light. Hope. Home. Autumn was coming, but with her by my side, the promise of summer spread its wings in me. I would hold on to that and fight for this life I wanted until I had no more breath inside me.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“What, it's my fault you can't broker a deal without omitting a major safety clause?" One of his perfect eyebrows lifted. "The Poppy I knew would never be so hasty with the blame."
"The Poppy you knew hadn't spent three years in therapy picking through a lifetime of brainwashing." I was almost surprised to hear the words come out of my mouth, but I knew as I said them they were true. "You and Sloan both worked hard to fuck me up, Elan. I'm not about to act like that's just forgiven.”
― Reena McCarty, The Tricky Business of Faerie Bargains