The Serpent Prince Quotes

“... You are the closest I will ever come to heaven, either here on Earth or in the afterlife, and I will not regret it, not even at the cost of your tears.
So I go to my grave an unrepentant sinner, I’m afraid. There is no use in mourning one such as I, dearest...

-Simon to Lucy in a letter before the last duel.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“I’m leaving.” Her cold lips barely moved as she mouthed the words.
Horror fisted around his vitals. “No.”
For the first time she met his eyes. Hers were red-rimmed but dry. “I have to leave,Simon.”
“No.” He was a little boy denied a sweet. He felt like falling down and screaming.
“Let me go.”
“I can’t let you go.” He half laughed here in the too-bright, cold London sun before his own
house. “I’ll die if I do.”
She closed her eyes. “No, you won’t. I can’t stay and watch you tear yourself apart.”
“Lucy.”
“Let me go, Simon. Please.” She opened her eyes, and he saw infinite pain in her gaze.

Had he done this to his angel? Oh, God. He unclasped his hands.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“Lucy swayed in shock. A gust of wind moaned through the conservatory and blew out all but one of her candles. Simon must have done this. He’d destroyed his fairyland conservatory. Why? She sank to her knees, huddled on the cold floor, her one remaining
flame cradled in her numb palms. She’d seen how tenderly Simon had cared for his plants. Remembered the look of pride when she’d first discovered the dome and fountain. For him to have smashed all this . . .
He must have lost hope. All hope.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“My darling Lucy.” He panted against her ear, and then his teeth scraped her earlobe. “I love you,” he whispered. “Don’t ever leave me.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“Do you think you love that fellow?"

"I don't know." She closed her eyes, but the tears overflowed nevertheless. "All I know is that he opened a door into a whole new world I never even knew existed. I've stepped through that door, and I cant return.
(...)
Its like being blind from birth and then one day suddenly being able to see. And not just see, but to witness the sun rising in all her glory across the azure sky. The dusky lavenders and blues lightening to pinks and reds, spreading across the horizon until the entire earth is lit. Until one has to blink and fall to ones knees in awe at the light.
(...)
Even if one were to be made blind again in the next instant, one would ever after remember and know what was missed. What could be.”
― elizabeth hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“It might’ve been my fichu."

-Patricia to Lucy about her engagement to vicar Penweeble.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?”
He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down
so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.”
She turned her face away from him.
He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.”
“Simon—”
“The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.”
“I—”
“The one you make love to at night.”
“I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“She heard him close the door. “I was going to impress you with my romantic eloquence, of course. I’d thought to wax philosophical about the beauty of your brow.”
Lucy blinked. “My brow?”
“Mmm. Have I told you that your brow intimidates me?” She felt his warmth at her back as he moved behind her, but he didn’t touch her. “It’s so smooth and white and broad, and ends with your straight, knowing eyebrows, like a statue of Athena pronouncing judgment. If the warrior goddess had a brow like yours, it is no wonder the ancients worshiped and feared her.”
“Blather,” she murmured.
“Blather, indeed. Blather is all I am, after all.”
She frowned and turned to contradict him, but he moved with her so that she couldn’t quite catch sight of his face.
“I am the duke of nonsense,” he whispered in her ear. “The king of farce, the emperor of emptiness.”
Did he really see himself so? “But—”
“Blathering is what I do best,” he said, still unseen. “I’d like to blather about your golden eyes and ruby lips.”
“Simon—”
“The perfect curve of your cheek,” he murmured close.
She gasped as his breath stirred the hair at her neck. He was distracting her with lovemaking. And it was working. “What a lot of talk.”
“I do talk too much. It’s a weakness you’ll have to bear in your husband.” His voice was next to her ear. “But I’d have to spend quite a bit of time outlining the shape of your mouth, its
softness and the warmth within.

-Simon to Lucy on their wedding night.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“I’m sorry.”
She bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to cry. At the same time, she was oddly touched by his apology.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
Something tore quite explicitly, and she inhaled but didn’t make a sound.
He opened his eyes, looking stricken and hot and savage. “Oh, God, sweetheart. I promise it
will be better next time.” He kissed the corner of her mouth softly. “I promise.”
She concentrated on steadying her breath and hoped he would finish very soon. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but this was no longer pleasant for her.
He parted his mouth over hers and licked her bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“People make mistakes. Ideals don’t. Think that’s the first lesson that must be learned in any marriage.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“He doesn’t deserve to die,” she said. Tears pricked at her eyes. “Does anyone? Whether he deserves it or not is neither here nor there; it’s simply his fate. You can no more change that than you can change the course of the stars.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“The angel was sitting by his bed when Simon Iddesleigh, sixth Viscount Iddesleigh, opened his eyes.

He would've thought it a terrible dream, one of an endless succession that haunted him nightly -- or worse, that he'd not survived the beating and had made that final infinite plunge out of this world and into the flaming next. But he was almost certain hell did not smell of lavender and starch, did not feel like worn linen and down pillows, did not sound with the chirping of sparrows and the rustle of gauze curtains.

And, of course, there were no angels in hell.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“As if she’d merely sleepwalked through everything else in her life prior to his arrival.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince

“He was in the doorway, his gaze locked with hers- hot, hungry, and very, very male. Then he let his eyes drop and deliberately perused her. From her flushed cheeks to her naked breasts, still encircled in her hands like an offering, down to what the water barely hid. She could almost feel his gaze on her naked skin. His nostrils flared and his cheekbones went ruddy. He looked up again and met her eyes, and she saw in his look both salvation and damnation. At the moment she didn't care. She wanted him.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, The Serpent Prince