A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch Quotes

“Love wasn’t trying to force someone to be who you thought they should be. It was loving them as they were while supporting them on their journey toward becoming their best self.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“The sun could die and the stars could fall and the earth could rip itself apart, and none of that would matter, so long as you were in my arms.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“I told you Kai was helpful.” “Hmm.” Astaroth’s jaw worked. “We’ll see how helpful. I dread to learn what a werewolf considers fine dining.” Such a snob. With the immediate conflict past and their conversation back in banter mode, Calladia felt better. “I hope whatever you order is vile,” she said. He gasped. “Your hostility wounds me.” Calladia bit her lip, fighting the urge to laugh. “Good. You could use some wounding.” “Is brain damage not enough for you?” “You’re still speaking, so clearly not.” Astaroth slapped a hand against his chest. “The warrior queen delivers a mortal blow.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“The witch was mean. Oddly, Astaroth didn’t find it upsetting. He eyed her profile, amused that someone with the bone structure of a storybook princess had the manners of a feral cat. She was full of contradictions, which made Astaroth want to learn everything about her. “You’d be fearsome on a battlefield, too,” he said. “Eviscerating enemies right and left with that sharp tongue.” “I’m going to eviscerate you with more than my tongue if you don’t shut up and let me drive.” Her lips had quirked at his comment though. Astaroth settled against the seat, satisfied at having provoked the smile from her. “Very well. My vow of silence begins now.” “How long will it last?” she asked. He made a show of considering. “At least . . . two minutes.” Calladia made a stifled snorting sound. “Don’t make me gag you.” “Kinky,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Will you tie me up, too?”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“werewolf-run furniture and home accessory store LYKEA.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“When Astaroth stared at where she was touching him, Calladia rolled her eyes. “Come on, you secret softie. Let’s find a place to stay.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“Being strong doesn’t mean winning every battle. Sometimes it means surviving to fight again.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“Astaroth groaned. “It’s too early for speech.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“I want to live with you, as fully and aggressively as we can.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“Against all odds, combining their questionable impulses and combative natures had a net positive effect.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“Ozroth’s lips parted. “You really are different, aren’t you?” It was a strange notion, that Astaroth could be a wholly different person without his memories. Maybe identity was just a story people told themselves. When Astaroth’s past had been stripped away, it had put an abrupt end to the narrative he’d told himself for centuries, and a new story had begun.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“Calladia covered his hands on her chest with hers. She swallowed, feeling the giddy lure of the cliff edge. This time, she jumped. “I want this,” she said. “I want you.” The grin that lit up Astaroth’s face was a wonder to behold. “Then take whatever you want. It’s yours.” And Calladia did.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“He’d known courtesans and famed society beauties in centuries past and was familiar with the tools of attraction. Cosmetics, costume, and a puff of scent took care of the physical lure; polite conversation, flirtatious witticisms, and dazzling displays of talent accomplished the rest. Beauty was crafted like any other work of art, and its perfection took effort.”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch

“Well, here’s a tip,” she said. “In the human plane, we don’t insult people we like.” She paused, recalling how she twitted Mariel for her flights of fancy and how Themmie sometimes called Calladia “Rocky Balboa.” “Or at least, we say it like a joke.” She replayed her words, then hurried to clarify. “Not that you like me, of course. But there are better ways to express respect for your enemies. Or whatever.” “Noted.” Astaroth fell in beside her. A few awkward moments passed before he spoke again. “So, my warrior queen, where are we going?”
― Sarah Hawley, A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch