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

by Holly Black

One doesn’t have to lie to deceive.

I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me.

The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.

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

“Father, I am what you made me. I’ve become your daughter after all.”