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“The fuck?” His voice is a growl – deadly. “What happened to you?” My blood turns to ice as he touches my scars, tracing them. I gulp. “Dancing.” “Don’t lie to me. Do I need to kill someone?”
― Leigh Rivers, Insatiable

“You have sung your last ho, ho, ho, for I am coming for your head. For Odin, Loki, and all the fallen gods, for your treachery, for chaining me in this pit for five hundred years. But most of all I am coming to take back what is mine, to take back Yuletide. And with my foot upon your throat, I shall speak your name, your true name, and with death staring back at you, you will no longer be able to hide from your dark deeds, from the faces of all those you betrayed. I, Krampus, Lord of Yule, son of Hel, bloodline of the great Loki, swear to cut your lying tongue from your mouth, your thieving hands from your wrists, and your jolly head from your neck.”
― Brom, Krampus: The Yule Lord

“But as it turns out, she won’t be able to make it, so I’ll be going alone.”
― Vi Keeland, The Unraveling

“And the Valg this time were led …” Her blood chilled. “By one of the three kings—the king who remained trapped here after the gate was sealed. It says that to look upon a king—to look upon a Valg king was to gaze into …” She shook her head. “Madness? Despair? I don’t know that symbol. He could take any form, but he appeared to them now as a handsome man with golden eyes. The eyes of the Valg kings.” She scanned the next panel. “They did not know his true name, so they called him Erawan, the Dark King.” Aedion said, “Then Elena and Gavin battled him, your magic necklace saved their asses, and Elena called him by his true name, distracting him enough for Gavin to slay him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Queen of Shadows