How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories (The Folk of the Air, #3.5)

by Holly Black

Hate that was so bright and hot that it was the first thing that truly warmed him. Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

“You don’t think monster girls and wicked boys deserve love?”

She’s forever getting me out of scrapes. Truly, I don’t know what I would do without her.”