The Serpent and the Wolf (Dark Inheritance Trilogy, #1)

by Rebecca Robinson

Even warlords were men, after all, and men were almost always their own downfall.

“You married me against my will.” “I was not aware of your objections.” “Would it have mattered?” “It would have changed everything.”

“I was born on the ice,” she reminded him. “That doesn’t mean you deserve to be cold.”

“Just because this is all you have ever known, it does not mean it is all you will ever be.”

“You can inherit someone’s eyes, or their hair or their nose, but you cannot inherit their faults. You learn them. Which means you can unlearn them, too.”

“You call it anger, you call it fear, but it is none of those things. What lies inside of you is pain. The kind that burns worlds to the ground.”

“Dismissing your emotions doesn’t make them disappear, it only gives them reason to rise later without your consent.”

I think you are more worthy of the Asteryan throne than anyone else I have ever met. And if you want it, I will give it to you.”

“Sleep, Wild One,” he breathed into her ear. “Or I won’t let you.”

“I have collected a thousand words, and yet I cannot find a single one to tell you what comes alive inside of me when you are near.”

“Do you love me the way I love you?”

“Remind me who I am. Where I am. Because I think you are the only one who really knows.”

“You are my wife, and everything begins and ends with that.”