To Kill a Prince Quotes

“He lifts a hand and cups my cheek, his thumb brushing just beneath my eye as if trying to memorise the shape of me. “You brought me back to life, Wren. My life is only dark without you in it.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“I want to fight,” she says, clutching the knife. “I want to help!”
“I want you to live in a world where you don’t have to.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“I wish I had a word for what Wren is to me at present. I like words. There is, as far as I’m aware, no word for ‘person who doesn’t want you dead and will ensure you stay alive but isn’t too concerned about a bit of light maiming… despite whatever is in her job description.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“Cassiel leans forward and takes a lock of my hair between his fingers. “Just building up a better picture of you, Thornvale. I didn’t know there was anything about you that was soft.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“I’d wear capes that looked like butterfly wings or feathered collars, black as crows’ wings. I’d smear moondust over my features, daub my skin with clay, wear clothes so faint and insubstantial they were almost made of mist.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“I’m smiling at you sweetly when I say this,” she begins, “but go swallow a pinecone.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“You don’t want to have to cling onto me forever, do you?”
He presses his mouth into a thin line. “I am a big fan of things that aren’t you…”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“One day I had a father, the next day I didn’t. A corpse came back to the castle instead of him, and his absence took its place at the dining table.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“And if someone could bring me an affectionate cat while we’re waiting, I would be obliged,” I say, mostly to amuse myself. “I shall settle for a dog.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“She’s… impertinent,” I add. “Unmannerly, too. She stole my peaches.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“As a child, I pulled flame from my mother’s hearth, let it curl around my fingers like ribbons, draped it over my shoulders like a shawl. It never burned me. It never frightened me.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“My skin is brown, lighter than my grandmother’s, but no less beautiful, the ‘colour of evening light on a piece of polished mahogany’ according to a lover I took once, who fancied himself something of a poet.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince

“What are you doing to that food?” he snaps.
“Um… enjoying it?”
“You sound like you’re mating with it.”
― Katherine Macdonald, To Kill a Prince