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“You do comprehend, of course, that the peace of an entire nation is dependent upon your love life?” “I’m beginning to comprehend that you’ve no intention of being helpful.”
Have I a desire to be king? No. It’s not a role I should wish upon anyone.
Character is formed in childhood. I was born at an advantage in a world that forgives little and remembers wrongs long after it has forgotten rights, merely because of the chance of to whom I was born.
Well, fucklesticks.
It’s entirely possible I’m a difficult person.
“She just married the man she likes to complain about having the smirkiest smirk this side of Smirksville, after stealing a hot air balloon this morning, and you want me to hear them out?” To be fair, Joey doesn’t raise her voice. But that tone does peel some of the paper off the walls.
I stick my chin in the air so I don’t lose my nerve. It’s possible I over-impulsivated this time around.
Just trust me when I say the last time I leapt this far without thinking first, I woke up in a barn in South Carolina dressed like a mermaid, and it took me three days to get home.
She switches her focus to Viktor, and she goes rigid as stone while she tries to peel all his secrets out of him with nothing more than her ninja mind powers and her take-no-bullshit gaze.
it’s so freaking cold in here that my nipples have just turned to nipplesicles.
“Holy shi—” Meemaw silences Papaya with a hand over her mouth. The two share no blood—Meemaw being my daddy’s mama—but she’s still an extra authority figure. Mostly. “Fuckin’ A,” Meemaw breathes
Something moos behind me. No, not moos. Hums. I glance back toward the alpaca and start. Someone has knit rainbow legwarmers for it and strung a unicorn horn atop its head.
Tis always best to be underestimated by one’s enemies, my lady.”
“I love you, but you are not right.”
“You inherited the weirdest kingdom, Viktor.”
“I want to dump honey all over him and roll him on a fire ant bed.” “It continues to astonish me that women do not rule the world.”
“Smile, Peach,” he says softly. “It makes me wonder what you’re up to.”
letting him have a good, long look at what damn well better be temptation, because I give up at least six cookies a week to look this good.
