Frost Quotes

“When was the last time you lost yourself in a pleasure so intense, you forgot your name? That you forgot your own mortality? Because that is what it means to be fae. I could make you ache with pleasure until you forget the name of every human who made you think there was something wrong with you.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“We are a match made in hell, but I have never wanted anyone more, Ava Jones,”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“Well, that’s good, darling, because as I said, I’m looking for someone I can’t love, and so far, you are the perfect match.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“his overall appearance was much like Henry Cavill in The Tudors crossed with Poseidon.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“A word knelled in the hollows of my mind as I realized why the pendant had rejected me. Unseelie. I’d asked to come home, and this was where the magic had brought me. My real home—the realm of the wild beasts. It seemed I was a changeling after all.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“But as I stood over the water, I caught a glimpse of my reflection, and my heart went still. Because there, protruding from my green hair, was a golden pair of horns. I couldn’t breathe.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“The corner of his lip curled. “It seems I have you exactly where I want you, my favorite changeling.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“King Torin’s voice was smooth as silk, and a faint glint of amusement flickered in his eyes. “As you wish. Clearly, you have your whole life together beautifully.” His gaze swept down my body again, taking in the grumpy cat sweatshirt. “I wouldn’t want to ruin it.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“Don’t attack unless you’re certain you can win.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“I am a gutter fae. We fight dirty, and we fight to win. But you’re not very different than me, are you?”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“had to uncover the truth, but I might really hate the answer once I did.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“I felt as if the throne was pushing me away—a strange sense of dread warning me not to move closer. And yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off the pair.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“We are creatures of the Wild Hunt, and we could never be anything else. If you feel we go too far, it’s only because you are living a lie about your true nature.” The corner of his mouth curled. “Because underneath it all, you are as vicious as the rest of us.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“When someone is so beautiful you forget to breathe…”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“My love—my touch—is death.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“A picture had emerged from some dark corner of the internet of Torin rising from the ocean waves like a sea god, droplets glistening off his thickly corded muscles. With his sly grin and perfect features, his overall appearance was much like Henry Cavill in The Tudors crossed with Poseidon.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“Our kiss was the first star in a night sky—a spark of light surrounded by darkness. The kind of kiss I’d craved my whole life and never known. Everything else faded to shadows.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“When was the last time you lost yourself in a pleasure so intense, you forgot your name?”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“What if he was inside our room? I mean, where it’s more comfortable.” “No,” said King Torin. “For one thing, I need him searching for the intruder before he gets to the door. And for another, we wouldn’t want anyone getting the mistaken impression that he’d forsaken his vow of chastity.” “His what?” Shalini’s face twisted into a horrified expression that reminded me of the time I’d told her my WiFi password was “password.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“We are wild creatures, and that is precisely why you belong here,” he murmured.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“But you were walking the whole time. How is it impressive that I could run at your walking speed?” He shrugged. “I’m the king, Ava. You must expect me to be naturally superior in most things.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“Yes, it was delicious.” With a shock, I realized I’d managed to eat the whole plate. That never usually happened when I was heartbroken. “I didn’t have any dinner last night, and I guess I was starving.” Torin leaned in and whispered, “Yes, as I recall, most of your dinner was on your shirt.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“Glamour,” he said quietly, “is a special kind of magic we use to influence humans and a few weak-minded fae. It allows us to help them forget things.” “Like mind control?” “Not exactly. More like a powerful suggestion.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“Can we get a pitcher of margaritas? And can you turn up Hitched and Stitched? Someone’s getting sent home tonight.” “I hope it’s Amberlee,” I said. “No, wait. I hope she stays. She’s batshit, and that makes her my favorite. She tried to curse Jennica with a curse candle.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“We could open one together. One of the ones where you can throw axes? And maybe we should invite Andrew to opening night, have some shots, and see where the blades take us.” I nodded over my beer. “We could call it ‘Tap that Axe.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“He turned to me and tucked his finger under my chin, lifting it so I couldn’t look away. His pale eyes burned with a dominating ferocity that made my heart race—an otherworldly power that transfixed me and made me want to drop my gaze at the same time.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“We could open one together. One of the ones where you can throw axes? And maybe we should invite Andrew to opening night, have some shots, and see where the blades take us.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“Was it possible the king was actually bringing me here for a public execution for the crime of insolence? Treason?”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost

“I volunteer as tribute!” Shalini stood in the doorway of her bedroom wearing a hot pink bathrobe. “Take me to Faerie. I’ll be a contestant.”
― C.N. Crawford, Frost