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“It's you I love," he says. "I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”
― The Queen of Nothing
― The Queen of Nothing
“I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me,' Cardan returns.”
― The Queen of Nothing
― The Queen of Nothing
“I missed you," I whisper against his skin and feel dizzy with the intimacy of the admission, feel more naked than when he could see every inch of me. "In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you."
"My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned." He pulls my body against his, cradling my head against his chest. We are still lying on the floor, although a perfectly good bed is right next to us.”
― The Queen of Nothing
"My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned." He pulls my body against his, cradling my head against his chest. We are still lying on the floor, although a perfectly good bed is right next to us.”
― The Queen of Nothing
“I raise a plastic glass. “To family.”
“And Faerieland,” says Taryn, raising hers.
“And pizza,” says Oak.
“And stories,” says Heather.
“And new beginnings,” says Vivi.
Cardan smiles, his gaze on me. “And scheming great schemes.”
To family and Faerieland and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming great schemes. I can toast to that.”
― The Queen of Nothing
“And Faerieland,” says Taryn, raising hers.
“And pizza,” says Oak.
“And stories,” says Heather.
“And new beginnings,” says Vivi.
Cardan smiles, his gaze on me. “And scheming great schemes.”
To family and Faerieland and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming great schemes. I can toast to that.”
― The Queen of Nothing
“Tell me again what you said at the revel," he says, climbing over me, his body against mine.
"What?" I can barely think.
"That you hate me," he says, his voice hoarse. "Tell me that you hate me."
"I hate you," I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."
He kisses me harder.
"I hate you," I breathe into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.”
― The Wicked King
"What?" I can barely think.
"That you hate me," he says, his voice hoarse. "Tell me that you hate me."
"I hate you," I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."
He kisses me harder.
"I hate you," I breathe into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.”
― The Wicked King
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