Court Quotes

“I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,” I murmur against her skin. Grace lets out a startled cry as she stares at me with eyes that are suddenly filled with tears, shock coloring her features. For a second, my stomach starts to sink—I was right. It was too much, too soon. But then she reaches up and cups my face in her trembling hands. And whispers, “I remember. Oh my God, Hudson. I remember everything.” But wait—there’s more!”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Because the truth is, no matter how much power you have, sometimes broken things have to stay broken, even though we might wish otherwise.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“I’m tired of worrying what other people think of me or letting them tell me what my boundaries should be.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“But I guess that’s the thing about the past. You can’t change it. You can’t fix it. You can only understand it. And if you’re lucky, make sure you don’t make those mistakes again.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Let’s play Who Gets to Kill Father Dearest First in the morning,”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“I am the demigod of chaos. I am a child of Mother Earth. I am the gargoyle queen. Bearer of the Crown. Mated to a vampire. And through it all—Grace. Always, always Grace. And so I get up, one more time, to face the man who would take everything from me if I let him. I get up for my mother, who never knew her own power and who died so that I could know mine. I get up for my grandmother, who never knew who she was or what she had inside her. I get up for my great-grandmother. For my great-great-grandmother. For ten generations of women before me, who had their power silenced. Who hid their very existence in order to survive. Who bound their power in order to placate someone else who was afraid of what they had inside them. I am not afraid. And I will not hide anymore.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Grace, te amaré hasta que el sol se apague y las estrellas dejen de brillar”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“the truth is, no matter how much power you have, sometimes broken things have to stay broken, even though we might wish otherwise.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“I remember. Oh my God, Hudson. I remember everything.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Ruling has nothing to do with how strong or how fast you are. Ruling is ultimately about loss.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“It’s a god thing,”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“There is so much to unpack in that statement that I don’t even know where to start.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Because, even then, my heart seemed to know that no matter what happened, whether you loved me or not—whether you chose me or not…” I pause, take a deep breath, then kiss her promise ring as I repeat what I promised her all those months ago. “I will love you, Grace, till the sun grows cold and the stars are old,”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“She gave me you,” he answers simply. “Whatever else happened, whatever else will happen in the future, she gave me the gift of being loved by you. Of loving you. Do you know what that means for someone like me? I didn’t feel anything my whole life, and then you came into it and now I can feel…everything.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“What happens when you fight a dinosaur?” “Seriously?” I ask him even as I can’t stop myself from smiling back. “That’s what you want to say to me right now?” “It is,” he answers. “Then I have no idea.” His grin gets a little wider. “You get jurasskicked.” “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we’re just fighting an old-ass vampire, then.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Your Army has arrived, my queen.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“You want to help with this?” She raises a brow, even as her eyes lock with her father’s. “Does that mean we get to fuck his shit up?” I laugh. “Baby, it means we get to fuck all the shit up.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“You are a monster, a king who thinks nothing of his subjects and everything of himself. A man who wants all the power he can get but will never know what it is to be truly powerful. And I am a gargoyle, defender of the innocent, protector of the defenseless. And as long as I live, I will never leave you in peace.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“But you need to give yourself some grace, Hudson. This is war, and there will always be casualties.” Tears well in my eyes as I hold his turbulent blue gaze. “Don’t let us become one of those casualties.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Because Hudson Vega is mine, and I am not going to lose him to the demons buried inside him. Not now, not ever.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“If you’re forced to make a deal with the devil, doesn’t it mean you’ve already lost?”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“But that’s not all she is. Going away will help her. If you stop and think, you’ll know I’m right.”     My mother sighs, looks defeated. “I know.” She drops her head on his chest. “I just don’t want her to go—” “Go where?” I demand, barging into the kitchen filled with righteous indignation. “It’s my senior year!”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“There’s no way I’m going to let him shatter us to pieces just because he’s too much of a guy to tell me what’s hurting him. Fuck that.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“We stay that way for what feels like an eternity, eyes locked, bodies pressed together, everything we’ve seen and done settling like wet cement between us. I just wish I could be sure it was binding us together and not forming a wall.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“A leader isn’t great because they’re always right. A great leader instead makes room for others to be right.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“playing Sudoku on his phone”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“The God of Chaos,” she answers, her green eyes doing that strange swirly thing that makes everything inside me feel queasy. “And that green string you keep brushing against? It does connect us—because you’re my granddaughter.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“Hudson raises one eyebrow and says, “I’m pretty sure Grace decided to grab her green string—and shaved a hundred years off my life.”
― Tracy Wolff, Court

“—Tiene razón —asegura Macy con una sonrisilla—. Lo que va a estar en boca de todos esta noche es que tu novio echaba humo al ir corriendo hasta ti en el campo. Tendríamos un vampiro asado y bien crujiente entre manos si Jaxon y Flint no lo hubieran arrastrado hasta las sombras en cuanto se ha asegurado de que ibas a sobrevivir.”
― Tracy Wolff, Fulgor