The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air, #2)

by Holly Black

“If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.”

I still think about this only daily

“Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.” And with that, he kisses me on the mouth.

“Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment.”