The Cruel Prince (The Folk of the Air, #1)

by Holly Black

I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.

“But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am going to be something else.”

“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It’s disgusting, and I can’t stop.”