The Prisoner’s Throne (The Stolen Heir Duology, #2)

by Holly Black

No one spoke it conversationally. And it turned out his instructor’s pronunciations were waaaaay off.

This sort of writing makes me dislike this book

This is where treefolk wander among thick vines of ivy, their bark-covered bodies slow as sap.

“The kind of love that comes when two people see each other clearly,” he says, walking to her. “Even if they’re scared to believe that’s possible. I adore you. I want to play games with you. I want to tell you all the truths I have to give. And if you really think you’re a monster, then let’s be monsters together.”

Okay this line/the end saved the book for me