The Queen of Nothing (The Folk of the Air, #3)

by Holly Black

“All power is cursed,” I say. “The most terrible among us will do anything to get it, and those who’d wield power best don’t want it thrust upon them.

Maybe I can’t help being attracted to her the same way flies can’t help being attracted to carnivorous plants.”

“Poisoned?” she echoes in astonishment, looking at Cardan. He shrugs, lounging in a chair, looking bored as ever. “You can hardly expect me to mention every little thing.”

Unfortunately, what I am good at is getting under people’s skin. But at least I am also good at lying.

“By you, I am forever undone.”

“I told you once that I am what you made me, but I am not only that. You raised me to be uncompromising, yet I learned mercy.