The Ragpicker King (The Chronicles of Castellane, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

All That Is Good Comes from the Gods. All That Is Evil Comes from Men.

I saw you dancing with Lin, she wants to say. I saw the way you looked at her, and the way she looked at you. It must tear you apart not to get what you want.

YEARNING

Inside, the Prince is watching a red-haired girl read a book with the expression of a starving man staring at a plate of food.

MORE YEARNINGGGGG

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he said. “Can you do that?”

a book & a half later I WAS WAITING FOR THIS

“I have never trusted myself,” he said. “But I think, if you did—I could.”

oh baby Conor 🥹

“I have been shouted at by famous ambassadors. Had inkpots and expensive ceramics thrown at me by furious diplomats. Been in more than one fistfight with a future monarch. Yet nothing, nothing, has ever infuriated me the way you do.”

“I asked you because when I am not with you, Lin Caster, I feel as if some part of me has been torn away. I feel as if I am bleeding, insensible with the pain of a wound no one can see save myself. When you are with me…It is the only time I feel whole.”

ASDFGHJKL

“The Malgasi fear a legend,” he said. “Claim your power. Give them something true to fear.”