“I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He tilts my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“You shouldn't be alone,' I say, because if the Undersea is going to strike, then we must not give it any easy… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Her fingers are cold against his flushed skin. It's nice. He hopes she won't take them away.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“It's shocking," he says, as though he's giving me some great compliment. "I know humans can lie, but to watch you do… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“What are you going to tell her?' 'That I'll do whatever she wants,' my sister says, an extravagant vow for a mortal… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“He gives me one of his most awful smiles. 'I suppose she'll have to be searched.' ... 'My husband was murdered,' I… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I remember you,' says the door. 'My prince's lady.' 'You're mistaken,' I say. 'Seldom.' The door swings open with a slight creak… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“The parlour is as I remember it from Council meetings. It carries the scent of smoke and verbena and clover. Cardan himself… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I could warn Randalin that he ought to be afraid of the way that Cardan is looking at him. Cardan turns to… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Lady Asha, as the mother of a prince, found herself much in demand with the Court, if not the High King. Given… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Though I would not delight to see the straps sink into your skin, neither would I mourn.' 'Enough blustering,' he says. 'You've… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“By the fire, a spindly, insectile faerie stirs a big pot. 'You want soup, mortal?' I shake my head. 'You want to… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Cardan glances toward me, as though for help. When I am silent, he frowns, annoyed with both of us. 'Although I am… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I am becoming a tyrant, threatening in place of convincing. Unstable instead of steadying. I am suited to the shadows, to the… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Lying on his bed feels like wiping my dirty peasant feet on the throne.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Oh, tell me the rest. I like tricks and snares. Even ones I was nearly caught in.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he's never seen me before or as though he thought he'd… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I pass trays of spun-sugar animals, little acorn cups filled with wine, enormous sculptures of horn, and a stall where a bent-backed… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“It's okay to want something that's going to hurt, I remind myself. I move toward him, so we are close enough to… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Cardan comes over, stepping on my star chart, kicking over the ink-pot with his silver-tipped boots, sending the blood spilling across the… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I follow him behind the throne and off the dais, where a small door is set against the stone wall, half hidden… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Oh ho,' he says. 'My darling seneschal. Let us take a turn around the room.' He grabs me and pulls me toward… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“There is a pleasure in being with them,' he says. 'Taking what we want, indulging in every terrible thought. There's safety in… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
