More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
The last man to disrespect her is buried six feet beneath his own house.
I vowed over the tombstones of my family that I’ll never utter those words to someone again, and I don’t intend to.
"I'm sure throwing a knife at the King is considered treason, Ellatar."
Our pain never shrinks, we just grow around it, my mother always said.
Five minutes with this woman and I’m already craving silence more than I’ve ever craved it.
“I’ve been fucking useless all week. This is all I’ve been able to think about.”
"Out loud, Renna. Let the guards know exactly who makes you feel this feral.”
She thinks I’m not attracted to her, and the thought is almost laughable because I would kill, live, or die for this woman.
“Insult my people, beat me in a fight, put me in prison, but do not mess with my motherfucking food!"
“I don’t really like you, but I think I’m going to miss you," she whispers, as I carry her into my room.
"Did you think of me? When we were apart?" "I fucked your underwear, Renna,"
I could put a bit of Evergreen magic in you.
It is in the greatest of tragedies where we see the greatest outpourings of love.
I want to marry you. I want to marry your highs and your lows, your laughter and your tears. I want your daydreams and your nightmares. I want your praise and your insults. I want your joy and your grief. It doesn't matter how you feel right now, I still want you.
I've come to realise that those two are like dogs. I just need to let them tire themselves out in the garden for a while until they're more manageable.
I'm feral for her.

