Mountains Made of Glass (Fairy Tale Retelling, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“When you rescued your princess, what happened?” The prince shrugged. “She was grateful.” “And?” “And?” he repeated, confused. “What else happened?” “We returned to her kingdom where her father declared that we would wed,” he said. Then he asked, “Did you rescue your princess?” “I did,” I said. “And what happened?” “I fucked her in the woods all night long.” The prince gasped and his eyes widened. “You… Are you married?” “Do I look married?”

IM FUCKING SCREAMINGGGGG LMAO

“Everyone knows his name. It knows no stranger. It is the wail on the lips of a birthing mother, the howl from the mouth of a grieving lover. It is the cry that breaks the night when death is summoned and the scream that echoes at daybreak when truth makes you ache.”

IS IT ANGUISH???

“N.”

IT HAS TO BE FUCKING ANGUISH IM A GODDAMN GENIUS

“She makes me feel like it won’t matter if I have a name or not. So long as I know her, I will know myself.”