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

by Holly Black

Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

“The next time you want to make a point,” Jude says, “I beg you not to make it so dramatically.” His shoulder hurts, and she may be right about the iron poisoning. He certainly feels as though his head is swimming. But he smiles up at the trees, the looping electrical lines, the streaks of clouds. “So long as you’re begging,” he says.