Fantasy of Frost Quotes

“It is the beautiful thing about the Solati avoidance of asking straight question; it is easy to ignore them.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“Let me tell you what is going to happen,” I say, pacing slowly in front of her. “I will not be beaten today or ever again. I will not be confined to the fifth and your control over me vanishes from this moment forth. I will remain the Tatuma. It is not within your power to take this away from me, anyway. I will not be locked away in the tower.” I pause and see her posture has stiffened, but she has resumed her clutching of the balcony edge. Still terrified. Furious, but terrified. “If you do not comply with these. . .let us call them, requests, I will reveal my face in front of the court, or the villagers, or to whomever I am with at the time.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“Your mother is one sick, twisted bitch.” I have no idea what fuck and bitch are, but they don’t sound like nice words.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“I’m unable to lift my spirits. I recognize my dejection, but am at a loss of what to do about it.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“grab Kaura and head up to the nursery to hide from anyone who may choose to crash through my bedroom door to demand an explanation for my non-attendance.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“They still are together, if you ask me,” Jacquiline adds. “Why else would she be organizing the ball?” “Jovan is going to marry her?” I ask. They both stop talking to stare at me and then laugh for so long I get irritated. “I forget how innocent you are,” Jacquiline gasps. I frown, remembering when Kedrick called me prim. “Sleeping with someone here does not mean you want or need to marry them. I”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“Fiona looks at me with sympathy. Jacquiline however leans in, saying, “You should come with us. You have not seen the city yet.” “I do not think I would be allowed—” I start, but she is already standing up. “Roman!” Fiona and I jump when Jacquiline yells out. Every head in the hall turns our way. Roman comes promptly. I giggle, pressing a hand over my mouth beneath the veil. He responds like Kaura when I call her to heel. Conversation resumes around us. “We need you to ask the King if we can take Olina with us into the city,” Jacquiline says to him. Roman pales and tugs at his collar. “My love, I do not think…” he starts. “You don’t have to think. You just need to do,”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“Are you going to lecture me?” I say. I know I am pushing my luck. His mouth snaps shut. His glare is withering as he turns on his heel and storms out, slamming the door. I hear him shouting at the guards. “I will have your fucking heads if you let her out again.” Followed by, “You were no fucking help.” And then the sound of Roscoe’s deep laughter.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“I stand up, brushing the snow from my trousers. “I have been chasing Kaura around all morning, you have no idea how infuriating it has been.” The King’s face changes from its usual fair color to red and I hear Roscoe choke. “Are you alright, Roscoe?” I ask and see his stifled grin before the King’s glare dictates its hasty removal. Jovan moves swiftly towards me. It is like a team of dogs is bearing down on me, but I stand my ground. He pulls up in front of me and moves to grab me. He stops suddenly, looking down and yells in surprise. I follow his gaze and see Kaura has sunk her teeth into his leg. He kicks her off and she yelps. “Don’t do that!” I glare up at his towering frame. I reach down and pick Kaura up, cradling her in my arms. “Are you alright, Kaura? You are such a good girl.” Roscoe chokes again. “Good?” the King shouts in disbelief. “She just bit me.” “You deserved it,” I return and hear muffled laughter. The King aims another glare over his shoulder. I have never seen the King this flustered. I barely restrain my laughter.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“I’m just heading back in when I spot Adnan’s father standing with all four of my guards. “Tatuma,” he greets. “I have come on behalf of the King to inquire why you are outside against his orders.” His voice is stern, but his eyes are amused. His back is to the guards, I gather the tone of his voice is more for their benefit than mine. “Orders? I had thought it was more of a suggestion. There has been a misunderstanding it seems.” I nod to the fourth guard. “Thank you for clarifying his orders at my request.” He nods back. His face is pale. I wonder what the King did to him. Adnan’s father chuckles at my maneuvre.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“He nods. “For the dogs.” “Of course.” I snort and then gasp in disbelief. “I just snorted!” I tilt my head up to glare at Rhone. “That’s your fault.” Rhone snorts in response. I giggle and we both laugh.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“you got me a little dog,” I say. “It’s a puppy,” Rhone says again. His voice is lost amongst the others in the room who are all shouting out names. The puppy starts barking. “I am going to train you and you are going to be even better than Leo,” I say to the puppy as she tilts her head to the side. “Of course she’ll be better than Leo, females are much smarter than males,” Jacquiline says, matter of fact. The other women in the room shout their agreement. “Olina’s a female, and she’s talking to a dog,” Sanjay says in response, pointing a finger at me. “It’s a puppy, Sanjay,” I say, not taking my eyes off the squirming animal. “I told you they’re stupid,” Jacquiline says to me in a loud confiding whisper.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“Doing what?” King Jovan shouts. “You don’t need to yell,” I reprimand. “I wasn’t shouting,” he sulks, his head lolls back and thuds against the stone pillar behind him.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“The person swears, surprised. “Shit, you’re awake.” The voice is slurring, but I recognize it nonetheless. “What are you doing in here, King Jovan?” I ask. He is acting strangely. His movements are clumsy. He takes several steps backwards during his walk towards the bed. I watch, my fear turning into confusion. He finally makes it to the seat at the end of the bed and collapses. “Your room is huge,” he complains, huffing as though he has run uphill. “You just beat up your own guards,” I say. This is beyond strange. I don’t know what to think, or if I should get him help. He closes his eyes, a grin across his face. “Yep.” He sways on the seat while I hover next to the bed in the fur, uncertain.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“How are you feeling?” he asks in his deep, steady voice. There are no solati words for how I currently feel. I turn to my bruma vocabulary. “I feel like fucking shit,” I say. There is a moment where Malir seems shocked, then he throws his head back and roars with laughter. Everyone in the cave is jolted awake at the sound. I jump a little myself and hiss at the jolt through my wrist. Malir continues laughing, he even adds a slap to the knee.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“There were only two maps. My mother had one, the delegates had the other. No one else could have traversed the Oscala. The killer was in this cave with me. My vow is furious and heartfelt. I will find out who killed Kedrick and rip the life out of them.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“Slightly out of breath, I reach the top and wait for the others. I take satisfaction in the shocked looks directed my way as each delegate climbs over the cliff edge. The yellow head of Rhone comes into sight as he reaches the top, a ghost of a smile lingers on his sharply featured face as he looks at me. I suppose the hand on my shoulder belonged to him. Lucky I did not attempt to throw him over the side. I would have lost.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“I stamp back through the forest with my brother and Kedrick, refusing to talk to either of them. The prince and my brother decide this is very amusing. Now that they have beaten each other up, they appear to be best friends.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“I lower myself, still fuelled with fury, and put my mouth close to his ear. “Every time you feel the pain of your beating today, I hope you are reminded of your transgressions. You can only blame yourself, and must remember that today the Tatuma has shown mercy,” I hiss the last word and straighten. “Get”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost

“tittering on the brink of a war.”
― Kelly St. Clare, Fantasy of Frost