The Queen Quotes

“Don’t confuse love with romance, young lady. Romance is beautiful, it’s a gesture, it’s a walk in a park with a pretty girl. Love is ugly sometimes. It’s a crawl into a war zone to save a friend. Romance whispers sweet nothings. Love tells painful truths. Romance gives an engagement ring. Love takes a bullet.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“The king was a strong piece, of course. The most important chess piece and the most vulnerable to attack. But the queen...the queen was the most powerful chess piece. More powerful than the king. And the queen could move any way she wanted...”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“A fool’s errand, Little One. If you waited until all my wounds were healed, you would be here forever.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“This is a new life I’m living. I am reborn. And all babies cry when they’re born.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“I didn’t leave you to hurt you,” she whispered.
“But it did.”
“I spent seven years on the receiving end of pain. I’m ready to be on the giving end.”
“Did you have to start with me?”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“You go too far,” Søren said, biting off each word. “You make choices you later regret and then blame anyone but yourself for what you suffer at your own hand. You don’t need me to hurt you. You do that to yourself. You can blame me and you can punish me for all my crimes, real and imagined. But you leave Eleanor out of this petty plan of yours to get your revenge on me. She is my heart. If anything happens to her because of you, I will castrate you. I know how much you want children. I will take that dream from you with my bare hands and a rusty knife. You know what I’m capable of. And you know I know how, because I have done it before. My father survived the procedure. You’ll be lucky if you do.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“Almost anyone can lie on their back, close their eyes and think of France.”
“It’s England.”
“Why would anyone think of England during sex?”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“I’ll come home,” Søren said. “I promise.” “Please,” she said. “You take my heart with you.” He kissed her forehead. “Little One, you are my heart.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“Come back to me,” he said against her lips.
“I can’t.”
“Come back to me,” he said against her neck.
“I won’t.”
“Come back to me,” he said, lifting her skirt to her hips.
“I don’t…”
“You can’t say you don’t want to come back to me because we both know you do.”
“Not enough to do it.”
“Not yet. But you will.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“If I came back to you, you would take from me. You would take Nora from me, and I just found her. I’m not giving me up for you. I can’t sacrifice so much of myself that there’s nothing left to give back to you.”
“You promised me forever, Eleanor.”
“You can’t give me everything any more than I can give you forever.”
“I can give you everything. Whatever it takes, I will keep my promise to you.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“He wore camel-colored breeches and dark brown Hessian riding boots, a snow-white shirt held together at the throat with a gold pin and a dark brown vest with little gold fleurs-de-lis embroidered on it. Kingsley looked magnificent, like a Regency-era fever dream. If Jane Austen had set eyes on Kingsley, she would never have written her genteel comedies of manner. She would have written porn.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“Why does it always have to hurt so much?” Kingsley asked.


“What?”


“Life.”


Nora smiled. “God’s a sadist. That’s why.”


“You think so?”


“Oh, I know so,” Nora said. “I’m a writer. I do what God does in miniature every time I write a book. I create worlds and people out of nothing—ex nihilo—and I torture the fuck out of them for four hundred pages.”


“Because you’re a sadist?”


“Partly that. Plus...if I didn’t torture them it would be a real fucking short book. And trust me on this, King, there is no money in short stories.”


Kingsley laughed and buried his head into her lap again, seeking her comfort and safety and the shelter of someone stronger.


“You’ve solved the oldest theological conundrum of all time,” Kingsley said. “Why does God allow suffering? Because there’s no money in short stories.”


“I’ll tell you one more little secret about being a god. Even though I torture them for four hundred pages, it hurts me to do it.”


“They aren’t real. Why does it hurt?”


“I created them. They’re mine. I love them. God loves us, too, even when He hurts us. Especially when He hurts us, I imagine.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“what do they call a sociopath with a conscience?” “They call her ‘Mistress.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“You will walk the circumference of the entire globe and find yourself right where you started. Here,” he said, taking her into his arms.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“He kissed her on the forehead. “What would I ever do without my Little One?”
Nora swallowed an unexpected lump in her throat. “I promise, you won’t ever have to find out.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“Mistress Nora’s House of Ill Repute. How may I direct your cock?”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“That was her name. Not Elle like her friends called her. Not Ellie like her mother called her. Not Eleanor, which Søren called her in public. Not even Little One, which he called her in private. And not Nor because that wasn’t quite right. Nora. Mistress Nora.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“Søren could be cold and cruel at times but other times it seemed he was born to say the words she most needed to hear.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“The clit.” Elle sighed. “The only organ on the human body designed solely for pleasure. Proof God is a woman.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“Don’t confuse love with romance, young lady. Romance is beautiful, it’s a gesture, it’s a walk in a park with a pretty girl. Love is ugly sometimes. It’s a crawl into a war zone to save a friend. Romance whispers sweet nothings. Love tells painful truths. Romance gives an engagement ring. Love takes a bullet. I gave up marriage and children and sex and the comforts of family, because I love my Lord, and I would take a bullet for anyone in this church, including you, young lady. Now you tell me I don’t know what love is.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“You’re not a whore.” “Yes, I am. It’s on my business cards. See?” Thorny pulled his wallet out of his pocket and passed her a business card covered in scrolling thorned vines. Thorny, Whore for Hire. “Wow. It really does say whore on your business cards”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“how do I know what number to pick until I know what I’m picking?” “Exactly.” Griffin narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re evil.” “Still waiting on that number, Griff.” “Fine. I don’t know. Seven?” “Seven. Good.” “What’s good? Why is seven good?” Griffin sounded slightly panicked. “Because seven is the number of orgasms you’re going to give me today. And when I’ve had seven you can fuck me. And you can’t fuck me until I’ve had seven.” “Seven orgasms? You want me to get you off seven times? One-for-each-day-of-the-week seven?” “Is that a problem?” She cocked her head at him. “Yes, that’s a problem. A big problem,” Griffin said. “Is it? And why so?” she asked. Griffin grinned up at her, a grin she felt right in her belly. “Because I should have picked ten.” Elle laughed and kissed him again. “Ten might kill me,” she said. “But what a way to go.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“I hate you,” Kingsley said.
“That hurts, King. That stings.”
“Do you know what hurts? Having an erection and being two seconds from coming and your domme stops sucking you off.”
“That is a very sad story. Tell me more.”
“I’ve created a monster.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“You know what they call a sociopath with a conscience?”
It sounded like the setup to a joke so Elle took the bait. “No, what do they call a sociopath with a conscience?”
“They call her ‘Mistress’.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“French Vanilla,” Kingsley said. “What’s that?” “Vanilla with a strong libido and a taste for anal.” “I can see that.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“That priest. Drives me crazy most of the time and I’ve thought about killing him a time or two but he’s damn pretty and insane in the sheets”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“Nora stared at the scene she’d just written. She highlighted it and was about to hit Delete when her hotline phone rang. “Mistress Nora’s House of Ill Repute. How may I direct your cock?” “You aren’t cute,” Kingsley said. “I beg to differ. I’m fucking precious.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“French Vanilla,” Kingsley said. “What’s that?” “Vanilla with a strong libido and a taste for anal.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“Kingsley looked magnificent, like a Regencyera fever dream. If Jane Austen had set eyes on Kingsley, she would never have written her genteel comedies of manner.
She would have written porn.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen

“The real you. I’ve seen her.”
“What does she look like?”
Kingsley sighed and smiled. “She’s beautiful. Dangerous. All eyes are on her when she walks into a room. Men fear her but not because she’s the enemy. They fear her because she alone can show them who they really are. They fear this knowledge but will pay any price for it.”
“Is she happy?” Elle asked.
“She’s powerful. She can make her own happiness when she wants it.”
― Tiffany Reisz, The Queen