More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“It’s fine.” Alice smiled, worried about his feelings even though he hadn’t worried about hers.
Being nice was nice. Being nasty got shit done.
“You speak wicked blasphemy,” hissed Emer. “Fluently,” said Key. “Follow me, my lady.”
being a teenage virgin wouldn’t last, not for Lia or anyone else. Somehow Octavian considered Rae stained but not himself, filth only sticking to her, but men weren’t rubber and women weren’t glue. If worth had an expiry date, it wasn’t worth much.
Brick at his back and shadows across his eyes, Key looked like an illustration of a crime in process.
“You’re full of surprises. Like a magic trick in the shape of a woman.”
Villains often had cruel mouths. As mouths went, Key’s was a homicide.
An unmarked grave and a killer. That’s where goodness gets you. Let’s never be fools like that, my lady.”
Ambition is wicked, and I want so much. If I want to live that makes me a monster, if I want a man that makes me the harlot of the tower, if I want a throne that makes me an evil queen. Fine. I’ll be a wonderful monster. I trust my own wickedness. I will never believe in someone else again.”
When I meet a bad end put it on my grave: Here lies a sinner, and a total babe.”
She curled her fingers in under the blood-slick straps of his armour. His cracked leather gloves caught on her hair. “You don’t have to kill if you don’t like it,” Key promised. “I’ll kill them for you.” “Kill who?” Against her hair, she felt his mouth curve. “Everyone.”
“You can’t be here!” “Punish me then, my lady,” Key suggested. She was in trouble.
Octavian’s eyes narrowed hatefully up at Key. “My men will bring you down in twelve seconds.” Face alight with glorious ruin, Key tossed a laugh and a knife into the air. “Let’s see how much treason I can commit in twelve seconds.”
“You will fall a long, long way. The dead are waiting for you, and a man more terrifying than the dead.” Octavian trembled. Before all the king’s ministers, the treacherous Beauty Dipped In Blood lunged. “When you finish falling,” hissed Rae. “Tell him I sent you.”
But Marius could take a leap of faith. He said, “Come home with me.”
On the roof Eric had explained, I love watching how you live. The Cobra always did know how to find the right words. “I’m your number one fan,” said Marius.
In one lethal iron claw, he held another jewel. Small as a teardrop, red as blood. Her ruby earring.
“I love you as a knife loves a throat,” he murmured as the dead overwhelmed her. “I crawled out of hell to fall at your feet.”
