Mia

“You will make an interesting High King,' I tell him.

He looks alarmed. 'I most definitely will not. The Folk adore Cardan and they're terrified of my sister, two excellent things. I hope they rule Elfhame for a thousand years and then pass it down to one of a dozen offspring. No need for me to be involved.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Oak makes a low moan and tries to sit up. 'Jude,' he mutters. 'Jude, we can't just let him die.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“So I am going to run away from Faerie. Like you.'

That's not how I'd thought of myself, as a runaway. I was someone with nowhere to go. Waiting until I was older. Or less afraid. Or more powerful. 'The Prince of Elfhame can't up and disappear.'

'They'd probably be happier if I did,' he told me. 'I'm the reason my father is in exile. The reason my mother married him in the first place. My one sister and her girlfriend had to take care of me when I was little, even though they were barely more than kids themselves. My other sister almost got killed lots of times to keep me safe. Things will be easier without me around. They'll see that.'

'They won't,' I told him, trying to ignore the intense surge of envy that came with knowing he would be missed.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“He's the kind of beautiful that makes people want to smash things.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir