The Prince of Midnight Quotes

“Its been six weeks," he murmured. "Six weeks I've wanted you. I know how you move, and how the sunlight makes a shadow on the curve of your cheek, and the shape of your ear." He chucked harshly then turned his head on the pillow to look at her. "I'm dying," he said. He dropped his fist against his chest. "Right here, you're killing me.”
― Laura Kinsale, The Prince of Midnight

“She was afraid, too, frightened of what she found herself becoming. She felt that she was transforming into a malevolent black spider, hunched back in her crack, staring out at the world and despising everything and everyone for having what she did not.”
― Laura Kinsale, The Prince of Midnight

“Love!” She threw the pillow aside and sat up, pulling the be clothes around her. “You hypocrite. ’Tis nothing to you to say that, is it? You prate about love and roses and devotion, but you don’t know the meaning of the word. You never have, and I doubt you ever will.”
He let out a harsh breath. “I don’t understand you. How you can say that, after—” He spread his hands and made a baffled sound. “After this.”
“This! This is fancy, ’tis infatuation, ’tis a dream. Maybe you love your horses, maybe you love Nemo—all you require of me is a reflection of yourself. You and your bloody mask!” She was crying openly now, her head tilted back, her eyes shut against the tears. “Don’t keep trying to dress it up as love, because I know what love is, and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.”
― Laura Kinsale, The Prince of Midnight

“Reality revived. She frowned and gazed ahead, feeling numb still after all these months, yet unable to believe it was true, wanting to lift her face to the leaden clouds and shriek and scream that it wasn’t, that it could not be, that she would not allow it. That so much love and life could not just… vanish, into nothing, as if it had never been. That they must be alive and snug and happy somewhere, waiting for her.”
― Laura Kinsale, The Prince of Midnight

“I hope,” she said, “that you didn’t stay out of some foolish romantical notion.”
He looked down, staring at the tumbled bedclothes. “Such as?”
“Saving my life.”
He looked up again with a grimace. “Naturally not. I usually throw my houseguests off the cliff.”
― Laura Kinsale, The Prince of Midnight

“For God’s sake. Don’t build a wall to keep me outside.”
“I won’t build one,” she whispered. “I am the wall.”
― Laura Kinsale, The Prince of Midnight