Crown Me Dead Quotes

“Men can stare straight at a thing and still not see it.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“I have longed for a wife longer than I have had a name for longing.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“They do what men often do best: nothing.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Pain is a cartographer…it draws boundaries.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Where there is love, there will be grief.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Hunger makes thieves of the gentle and beasts of the rest.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“If you wanted honeyed lies, then maybe you shouldn’t have scared off whoever was before me. From me, the best you’ll get is salted truths.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Belief is a lantern.” He leans close”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“cowardice is a disease, and I wasn’t born with that affliction.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“A father. That’s an ache I recognize. That is a hole in the world that cannot be filled, no matter how much soil you shovel into it.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“rice.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“I hate that he knows where I hurt. Hate that he puts his finger in, swirls it around in my sorrow.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“I want your smell on my skin for days. I want to feel every part of you tighten around me.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“And then I shall crown…you…dead.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Sit in darkness, never shift, and you rot from the inside out.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“It’s easy to judge when you’re not the one bearing the weight.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Who coached your bluntness?” “The lesson that rich and poor wind up in graves the same size.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“The king sounds about as pleasant and personable as a porcupine for wiping your ass after a stew of beans. And you want me to seduce him?”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Pain wrinkles his mouth. He hides the wince the way men hide all weaknesses: by being louder.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Two footmen argue in whispers about what they ought to do at the sight of their rotting king, if anything. They do what men often do best: nothing.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Hate is a clean line. Love is all spills.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Do not love me,” she whispers, the words shaking like her hands. “Where there is love, there will be grief.” She makes a sound, like a cough, then she looks at the door. “Maribel! Take the prince to his chamber.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“The kingdom is rotting, and the people rot with it. As does everything else, turning the realm into an endless field of death the likes of which existence has never seen before.” His mouth slants, something like exhaustion carving into its line. “This will not stop. Not until everyone is dead. Or until the crown on the king’s head is fed as its curse demands.” “Curse?” That word alone braids cautious dismissal through my rumbling stomach. “What do you mean, curse?” “The crown gives certain powers to the king who wears it. But the cost is…” A solemn nod, gaze sinking to a torn ribbon trampled into the dirt. “Blood is what the crown demands. Your blood might do.” My blood.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“The crown needs to be fed.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Turn me away and watch your kin die while rot hasn’t claimed your eyes yet. Or…” His gaze flicks to the palace roof far away, then back to me. “Help me and sacrifice your own life to save those of your loved ones.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“even”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“I could solve that.” The words purr, low and dangerous. “Once I’ve killed my brother and crowned myself king, I’ll take pity on his widow.” He leans in, close enough that the warmth of his mouth brushes mine without touching. “I will wed you myself.” A beat. “Fuck you.” Another beat. “And then I shall crown… you… dead.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“He doesn’t let go; if anything, his grip tightens, pulling my hips flush against his. His gaze is dark, blown wide, dropping to my mouth with the kind of hunger that usually ends in ruin.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“Forgive me for being so blunt, but you are not exactly a mouthful of… of…”—he draws elegant circles in the air with his hand as his mossy eyes search the room for words—“charm.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead

“I swallow around a dry stone of anger. Anger that I could’ve saved so many sooner. Anger that I might still end up saving none.”
― Liv Zander, Crown Me Dead