A Court of Sugar and Spice (Wicked Darlings, #1)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

“I make it a habit to always pay attention when a woman speaks to me. It’s the ones who are out of their minds who have the most fascinating and insightful things to say.”

I suppose when you build practical things to sell, you must sometimes indulge in a passion project on the side. But it seems an odd choice for a man like him—carving these wooden dolls or puppets and setting them into a furnished house.

It’s strange to me how many people can see the wonder of a thing and simply accept it, without inquiring why it was made or how it works.

“Men are going to look at you that way whether you like it or not. You can fret and stew about it, or you can turn it into power.”

“You can’t take the actions of one and infer the wickedness or unworthiness of all!”

“I thought the scent of you was the only thing compelling me—luring me to obsess over you. But your scent is concealed from me now, and I still have these feelings—this inner dread at the thought of losing you, this ache, even when you’re near me, because you’re not close enough, because I need you—not your body, not only that, but more. I—I admire you, Louisa. I admire your confidence, your keen mind, your beautiful enthusiasm for everything, your courage in crisis. I long to be like you. I wish I could lose myself entirely in you.”