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If wishes were horses, my mortal father used to say, beggars would ride. Another one of those phrases that makes no sense until it does.
Altogether an unlikely alliance, begun with my blade to his throat, it resulted in his trusting me enough to put himself in my power.
pretty much what happened yeah
“Watching my back is the perfect opportunity to stick a knife in it,” I remind
“You’re unwinding yourself like a spool. What happens when there’s no more thread?” “Then I spin more,” I say, carrying the metaphor.
Mithridatism,
He needs no encouragement to sprawl on my mattress, head on the pillow, black hair spilling like crow feathers. He looks up at me with his night-colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once. “For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.” I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?” He grins up at me. “They missed.”
“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.”
I feel those words, feel them like a kick to the stomach. He sees my expression and laughs, a sound full of mockery. I can’t tell which of us he’s laughing at. He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it. After a moment, his eyes flutter closed. His voice falls to a whisper, as though he’s talking to himself. “If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.” He drifts off to sleep, but I am wide awake.
Taryn seems to be the one making up the story, casting Locke in the role of the protagonist and herself as the romantic interest who disappears when she’s not on the page.
“Surely such dull news as your seneschal brings will require the antidote of our cheer.”
I shall caper while you scheme.”
“Nothing is sweeter,” he says, kissing the back of it, “but that which is scarce.”
“I don’t worry my pretty head about that kind of thing. You’re the ones who are supposed to be doing the work. Like the ant in the fable who labors in the dirt while the grasshopper sings the summer away.”
Her hair is woven into a braid that circles her head,
Violet
“Yes, well, I don’t think it would be politically expedient to put thumbscrews to a princess of the sea.”
It occurs to me that maybe desire isn’t something overindulging helps. Maybe it is not unlike mithridatism; maybe I took a killing dose when I should have been poisoning myself slowly, one kiss at a time.
oh my glob what a scene
Nothing makes my poor horse any less dead, though.
Wdym it died :(
Kill him, a part of me says, a part I remember from the night I took him captive. Kill him before he makes you love him.
Your command is my command,” he says.
A cat for a cat-eyed girl.
love but hate context
even terrible memories are better than weird gaps or the hollowness of your feelings not making sense.
“I served Prince Dain,” the Ghost says. “Not you.”
NAHHHH
I wish I’d kissed Taryn’s cheek before I left. I wish I’d made sure Vivi understood that if she loved a mortal, she had to be more careful with her. I wish I’d told Madoc that I always intended for Oak to have the throne.
how many times the weight of the water over me feels oppressive and I choke on it.
But I think he wants to know something else, too, something about his brother. I force myself to lean forward again. They have the same black hair, the same cheekbones. All I have to do is pretend.
He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he’s never seen me before or as though he thought he might never see me again.
If he thought I was bad, I would be worse. If he thought I was cruel, I would be horrifying.
“We show her that I am no feckless High King.”
Though blood does bounce on ice. That line is very true.”
They look like chess pieces on opposite sides of the board.
“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.
“I hope it’s the last thing about me to go. So tell me about my mother.”
His searing gaze follows us out the door, blown pupils and crown still clenched in his hand.
Kiss her hard before she goes
He puts his head in his long-fingered hands. “She didn’t have to command me, Jude.
She didn’t have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you.” And I trusted Taryn.
And he did it with his daughter Taryn by his side.
I have become the Queen of Faerie.
seems you have kept at least one secret from your dowry. Come, we must dress for our first audience together.”
“But I’m the Queen of Faerie,” I shout, and for a moment, there is silence. Then everyone around me begins to laugh.
Thats so emarassing
“If Insweal is the Isle of Woe, Insmire, the Isle of Might, and Insmoor, the Isle of Stone,” he says, his voice carrying across the newly formed land, “then let this be Insear, Isle of Ash.”
Cardan suck egg
“If you hadn’t gotten captured, you would have mopped the floor with him.” I am not even sure what that means, but it’s nice to hear.
You must be strong enough to strike and strike and strike again without tiring. The first lesson is to make yourself that strong.
