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

by Holly Black

Revelry is inherently slippery; part of its munificence is an easing of boundaries.

Cardan had trusted Nicasia not to hurt him, which was ridiculous, since he well knew that everyone hurts one another and that the people you loved hurt you the most grievously.

But his future stretched in front of him, and he no longer saw any path through it.

“I am nothing,” Cardan said, “if not dramatic.”

Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway.