One Dark Throne (Three Dark Crowns, #2)

by Kendare Blake

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

After the meal, Katharine leads her suitor onto the floor to dance. “I can’t believe how well you are,” Nicolas whispers, gazing at her in awe. “There was so much poison . . . enough to kill a man twice your size.” “Enough to kill twenty,” Katharine corrects him, smiling. “But do not worry, Nicolas. I have been eating poison since I was a child. Now I am practically made of it.”

“Do not be ridiculous, boy. You cannot kill what is already dead.”