A Court of Hearts and Hunger (Wicked Darlings, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

Curiosity is the dagger on which we impale ourselves.

“Where are we going?” I ask. “From one side of the coin to the other.” “The truth, not riddles.” “Truth must be earned. Riddles are free.”

“It’s so much easier to deceive someone who thinks you cannot lie,” says the Rabbit. “So the Fae can lie.” “Figured that out all by yourself, did you?” he says dryly.

“If you don’t know where you want to go, it doesn’t matter whether you get there or not.”

He’s an animal, Sugar-Boy is—wild as any beast—but he’s too tender to ever be a monster.”

“Parents give us our existence,” I say quietly. “But they can also ruin us before we’ve even begun to live.”