One Dark Throne (Three Dark Crowns, #2)

by Kendare Blake

Nonsense becomes truth if enough mouths repeat it.

Perhaps that is how all men love. More with their eyes than with their hearts.

“Have they not heard?” she asks. “You cannot kill what is already dead.”

“Why would she when I didn’t? It wasn’t like I read in books. A thunderclap. Eyes meeting. Tortured glances. With Arsinoe it was more like . . . having cold water poured down your back and learning to enjoy it.”

“Of course not, my sweet,” he says. “When I kill a man, I look into his eyes.”

“They throw them into the Breccia for the island to eat. And may I tell you a secret?” Katharine’s lips press to Mirabella’s ear, almost like a kiss. “They are tired of it.”