Breeann Downing

“Just because you’ve brought home a rogue princess who won’t do your bidding doesn’t mean you actually like her.” I tried not to sound tongue-tied. “Her. Me.” Draven looked amused. “You. But I do.” “You do what?” “I do like you, Morgan. Why the hell would I have saved you otherwise?” He began striding out of the temple. “There’s something about you. You’ve got... grit.”
― Briar Boleyn, Court of Claws

“I want to murder your brother,” I said conversationally. “So while you seem lovely, Rychel, I’m honestly not sure we can be friends.” “Oh, I want to murder him, too! Please, let me help.” Rychel clapped her hands together. “He’s infuriating, isn’t he?”
― Briar Boleyn, Court of Claws

“Let me kiss your wounds,” I whispered. “Give me your tears, my love. Bury yourself in me and give me all of your grief.”
― Briar Boleyn, Knight of the Goddess

“Yours is the only kingdom I'll pay fealty to. Yours are the only feet at which I'll willingly kneel.” He leaned back and touched my chin, lifting it. “I'd rather be a villain by your side than play the hero for anyone else. The world is dark and vile, but I'd willingly follow you into the depths of hell itself. All I want to do is shield you. Do you understand, Morgan? You're my redemption, good or bad, right or wrong.”
― Briar Boleyn, Empress of Fae