More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Never let anyone dull your edges. The world will never be your blade. You must be your own.”
Winnie Darling is the queen of this house and the dark goddess of this island. I’m happy to relent. Except when we’re in bed. Then I’m in charge.
The magic we share expands, darkness shimmering around the room, and I am in the dream, dreaming no dream any man ever dared to dream. She has me. Every part.
The shadow likes it when we stay close. I often use it as an excuse to keep her near.
Peter Pan is a god, but when Winnie Darling scowls at him, he is reduced to a man.
Neverland had always felt like a fairytale to me, like an untamed forest with teeth.
Has he been keeping time for me? The man terrified of a ticking clock?
“Then we will go down together trying to kill a god. It will be an epic tale. There will be ballads.”
apparently the Darlings hold the power now. I can’t say I’m surprised. I am impressed, however. Good form, ladies. Good form indeed.
“I’m going after him. He’s my monster now.”
He was always sharp glass to my tender flesh. I’m not sure if we’ll ever fit together in a way that isn’t bloody and confusing.
Roc holds out his pinkie to her. Asha sits upright. “Is that necessary?” “Of course. It’s the most sacred promise of all.”
You want to be happy again? Grab them by the shirt and embrace them. And don’t ever let go.”
“And I never expected you to be fucking Hook and yet…” I shrug. “What can I say? I have a thing for mouthy pirates.”
I meant what I said earlier, that I wanted to fuck her to show her she’s mine. But every step she takes, I feel less and less like I’m the one in charge, and instead like the one being hunted.
“I am moved by very little, Wendy Darling.” I sink to her jawline, kissing down her neck. “I wouldn’t have crossed an ocean to find you if you were nothing more than a game.”
“Whatever I’m capable of, you will have it. That’s my promise.”
She isn’t innocent. She never was. I think someone once told her she needed to be, that to be a lady, she must be chaste and innocent. But there isn’t an innocent bone in Wendy Darling’s body. The sooner she learns that, the sooner she will be free.
Maybe this is love. Maybe love is the same as worship. We could all learn a thing or two on our knees.
I had forgotten what it felt like to be fucked by a monster.
“I left all of that behind a long time ago.” “But has it left you?”
You do know that if you break a pinkie promise, I get to break the pinkie?”
“And how do you think he’ll feel now that you have a pirate and a queen on your arm?”
“Who am I?” He smirks at me. “Who are you, Wendy Darling?” There is a challenge in his words. Not to define either of us. But to reject the notion that we must be defined.
If Roc is the gale force always propelling us forward, then James is the life raft, making sure we don’t drown.
“When a handsome pirate claims me, who am I to resist?”
“Yes, Captain. Just let us be what we are.”
“You know you can claim him too?”
“And that, Your Majesty, is exactly why I bought that dress. Impropriety makes you flush and I find it fucking hot. I will have you begging for depravity before long.”
And for her, torture isn’t blood and gore and guts. It’s psychological warfare.
“He made you promise not to leave,” Wendy says. “He didn’t pinkie promise.”
The fact that she went from prisoner to queen should surprise no one, though I think most days it still surprises her.
Poor form. Good form? I don’t fucking know.
The way he handles us both at once is something of a talent.
“I bet Vane never imagined a day when he’d need to be rescued by two girls. I’m never going to let him forget it. As soon as he’s safe, of course.”
“I don’t know what he has to be afraid of. He’s a mythological monster that eats people. It’s you and I who should be afraid.”
It’s startling how everything can change, and yet the imprint of the old remains.
