A Kingdom of Frost and Fear (The Four Kingdoms, #2)

by Whitney Dean

To the ones who felt unseen. I see you.

“I am tired of forgiving you. I am exhausted from kneeling to you, only to get my knees bruised.”

“Imagine this: she expects you to keep her heart pumping with even squeezes, but the weight of the secrets you hold feels more like you are crushing her most vital organ between your fingers.”

“Who you are is exactly who I need. It’s essential to me that you believe that.”

“I’m going to love you even when the sun sets for the final time in this universe,”

I wanted her to depend on me when her position overwhelmed her. I wanted her to be the queen she wanted to be, but use me to fill in every space it may leave her with.

“I just want everything you do to make you happy.” I put my hand on his cheek and rubbed the pad of my thumb across his eyebrow. “You should never be anything but that. Wildly unhinged with nothing but that.”

“I’m not your responsibility. My brokenness isn’t yours to fix. You have an entire life here⁠—” “You are my life,” he interrupted. “Everything about you—the cracks, the crevices, the darkness, the past, the present, when you wake up, where you fall asleep, the sounds you make….”

“It is all mine, Raven. There is not one piece of your shattered heart that I do not want. I carry it with me. We’re both broken, Raven. And we’re both healing one another.”

“Your entire existence, little beast, enthralls me. Nothing you do or say will ever tire me.”

You do not need to respect his reactions if he cannot respect your decisions.”

“Just love him, Raven,” Alice said before drawing a shaky breath. “That’s all I want as his mother. Love his stubbornness, his sorrow, love him when he seems impossible to love because there will be times when you feel like he is.”

“Baby, you are better than a fairy tale. You’re the story parents tell their children to scare them.”