E > Recent Status Updates

"The fates are funny little bitches.”

“I think I like their brand of humor,” I say simply, smiling at the road ahead.

“Now that I have your Divine-damned attention...” She places her fists on her waist, looking down at them like the captain she is. “I need you all to tuck your dicks in for a second and try to think rationally. Like a woman.”

"I learned control so that I could take his away."

"That’s the thing with trauma to the body—it shows up instantly. In breaks and bruises, in burns and in blood. But the trauma on the inside, that’s harder to see. It creeps around your mind, poisons you with disquiet. It can hit you out of nowhere, debilitating and ruinous. There are no marks visible for those. None, save the shadows in your eyes."

"Every time I gold-touch something, I just keep paying a price that grows steeper and steeper. Gold is just a four-letter word for greed."

“If I knew you had interest in tangling yourself up in my bed, I would’ve at least had the forethought to be in it already.”

"That gesture probably would’ve fooled me before, would’ve made me doubt myself and had my emotions braided with confusion and heartache. But the eyes of liars are tricky things. They can show you what you want to see without ever reflecting the truth."

“Option two is harder. It’s harder for us,” she admits, looking me straight in the eye. “There will always be someone who will try to make us choose option one. But don’t. Don’t lie down to make it easier for the world to keep you under its thumb. Own your shit and choose yourself.”

Final fucking-ly...

"I shiver from the intimidation of seeing him like this, because he is intimidating. But he’s also beautiful."

They believe my notoriety gives them the right to ask whatever obnoxious question piques their interest. But this is different. It’s not about what my gold body means to her. It’s what it meant for me.

“No betting with the king’s favored,” Digby says, looking over my head to Sail.
I frown. “That’s no fun.”
Digby shrugs. “No having fun with the king’s favored, either.” My eyes narrow.
“Well, now you’re just being mean.”

You could cut out the paranormal shifters from this book and I'd still label it as fantasy based purely on the gooey goodness and kind hearted nature every main character displays.

“I tried to kill you,” she reminds me.
“You’ve described pretty much every important relationship in my life,” I return, taking slow, shallow breaths. “I like you fine.”

“It’s ridiculous the way everyone acts like killing a king is going to make someone better at being one,” Vivi says. “Imagine if, in the mortal world, a lawyer passed the bar by killing another lawyer.”

“We show her that I am no feckless High King.”
“And how do we do that?” I ask.
“With great difficulty,” he says. “Since I fear she is right.”

“It seems I have a singular taste for women who threaten me.”

Same.

“I’m still your father.” “You’re my father’s murderer,” I blurt out. “I can be both,” Madoc says, smiling, showing those teeth.

THESE ARE MY DRAMATICALLY DARK FAE!

"BE BOLD, BE BOLD, BUT NOT TOO BOLD, LEST THAT YOUR HEART’S BLOOD SHOULD RUN COLD."

"Why, until this moment, did I not realize that the issue is my own confidence? That the root of most of my problems is that I need to be secure enough in who I am to tell anyone who doesn’t like it to go fuck themselves? Why have I spent so long settling for less when I know damn well the world expects more?"