Kingdom of the Feared (Kingdom of the Wicked, #3)

by Kerri Maniscalco

With softly flickering candles and midnight fabrics, the bedchamber exuded quiet sensuality. It was a room made for all sorts of whispers: the ones where words were spoken tenderly, reverently against lips, and the whispers of clothing sliding slowly over skin.

I loved when he looked at me like that. Like I was the beginning and end of each of his fantasies. He certainly was mine.

“Once something is put in motion, we rarely have control over the outcome, no matter what our initial intentions are.”

Twisted though it may be, that was the power of love. It could usher in warmth and light, and it could also turn a single ember into a raging inferno, destroying those who threatened it. Love might be the worst sin of them all, with its two sides.

“I always knew you. And always will. Your soul calls to mine. It’s a feeling of coming home. Of peace. No magic can duplicate it.”

“Reliving what could have been but never will be is pointless. It’ll only hold you back from what you are. One of the hardest things anyone can do is live in the here and now. Not worry about the future, not rehash the past. Be present, that’s the secret to changing your future. To finding true happiness.”

Sometimes loving someone was shown by letting them go, not clutching them closer.

“Standing back so someone can walk the rest of their path alone is often the most difficult part, especially when you care.”