All This Twisted Glory (This Woven Kingdom, #3)

by Tahereh Mafi

God, he’d wanted her. He’d wanted her with an all-consuming thirst, with the desperation of a man waiting to die.

He would always be the villain in her story.

NEVER TO ME BABE NEVER TO ME

Fate, he thought bitterly, was only romantic when one was destined to be the hero.

“Do I get one, too?” Cyrus frowned. “Would that . . . please you?” “Yes, I think so.” “All right.” He blinked slowly. “You can have a dragon.”

what a man

He was staring at her with the awe of an idiot perceiving the sun for the first time.

“Angel,” he breathed. “My angel.”

What had he done to earn the love and affection of an angel?

“You could probably kill me and I’d thank you for it.”

“I want it all, angel. Not just your joy but your sorrow. Not just your hope but your fear. I want your anger and disdain, your frustration and contempt—”

He wanted to make her laugh. He wanted to hold her hand. He wanted to bring her tea and walk with her through the seasons. He wanted to watch her conquer the earth.

God, the things he wanted.

You are free to kill me then at your discretion, for I will die willingly at your hand.”