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I’d tell you how to kill them—if I’d figured that out yet.
I’d tell you how to avoid them—if I’d ever done it myself.
I can tell you more, or I can skip to the worst part.
Don’t answer the wind, the trees, or the water. Or they’ll hear you.
the blacksmith flipping over her sign from “Gimme Money” to “Go Away,”
girlboss mood
Shame his loving hadn’t been as blessed as his face.
His brain must be experiencing a growth spurt, because he blinks.
Bullshit. But reality.
Whinny Badass
her horse's name i'm dead
How does this commotion manage to sound graceful, depraved, and nefarious all at once?
“Choose diversions wisely, lest they lead to downfall,”
“Intelligence is the ally of intention and the foe of lethargy.”
Right lousy lover, if there ever was one.” A rosy pool surfaces on Cove’s cheeks. “Was he gentle?” When I give her a smarmy look, she amends, “Were you gentle?”
“Every time you look at a man, you either take his virginity or resurrect it.”
queen
“Someday, an irresistible bloke will take you by surprise. I can’t wait until your time comes.”
oooo foreshadowing
You would know that if you’d studied The Nature of Fable & Fae Narrative: A Very Concise, Very Annotated History. I’ve read it twice.” “In that case, you can read my middle finger just as many times.”
“How quaint. Cursing without actually cursing.”
“And the Lark said, ‘Will somebody snatch these two so I can have a break?’” That shuts my sisters up. It shuts them up so quickly that I laugh. Swinging around, I tease, “I knew one of these days, I’d make you speechless.” I stop teasing and blink at the floor where my sisters should be. But they’re gone.
Man, this fucker’s got some nerve.
Read between the lines. Stay vigilant of twisted words and promises they won’t keep. And no matter what, be polite. Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m gonna have trouble with that last one.
Your name?” “Why? What are you planning to do with it?” “On any given dawn or dusk, I plan many things and nothing whatsoever.
“Now, then. In the forest, and in the caravan, you heard the flute. Why did you not follow it?” The warm texture of his breath glides down my throat. “It was off key.”
“Never lie to a Fae.” “Never doubt the truth.” “Choose your truths wisely.”
“I’ve been taming you girls for nine years. What did you expect?” “For it to take you ten years?” I guess.
So Cerulean fancies himself a quipster? Well, he can take this wily salutation and shove it up his glamoured asshole.
“You’re late.” I take my sweet time, twining the whip into a loop and jamming it into the buckle at my hip. “That depends on which cuckoo clock you’re looking at.”
“Enough heroines have beautiful names. I’d rather have a sprightly one. Makes it hard to catch.”
“And don’t call me pet, or I’ll call you prey.”
“You’re a human,” he says, as if that explains everything. “You bet, I am,” I say. “I’ve got frail bones, not to mention poor table manners.
You think you’re the better species because you live forever, because you have strength and power you didn’t earn. Well, what you call powerful, I call lazy.
“Are you real or purely a nightmare?” He leans in, his warm breath coasting across my cheek. “By all means, touch me and find out.”
“You mind if I use my whip to do it? Men like that.” “And what do you like, pet?”
I’ve known blokes who minced their words to get into my knickers. Since I’ve got practice deciding the terms of how I get fucked, this is no different.
I hate him. I hate him so much, I want it written on my tombstone.
“What is this expression you wear?” he asks. “I don’t understand it.”
Well, then. Wish myself luck or kiss my ass goodbye.
“What can I say?” I grit while backing up. “I give as good as I get.”
“I’m as open as a pair of thighs,” I say. “I’ve got no secrets.”
“And where did you learn that frisky, savory, rowdy little bed trick? You have no idea how curious I am.” “I’ve got experience putting swine in their place, including the ones who got a yes from me. And I’ve got even more experience staying on top.”
“I don’t fuck humans. I merely fuck with them.”
What did you anticipate, pet? A change of heart?” “Nah. That would require having a heart.”
And this moment is a dream, and it’s real, and it’s temporary, and it’ll last forever.
Would you cry for me, too? Mortals are fond of crying.”
“The word bullshit doesn’t earn you a reason.” “Nah, but I sure do like the sound of it on my tongue.”
How I love nothing more than favors, flutes, and fuckery,”
“Bullshit me again, and I’ll throw your flute over the edge.” “Throw it over the edge, and I’ll make you catch it.” “Make me catch it, and it’s mine.”
“I’ve heard that anything real is always the trickiest.”
“But we Fae have our own fare. Once you’ve sampled our dumplings, you’ll never be the same.”
