These Bitter Blooms Quotes

“She slid her hands up his chest and framed his face with her palms. “You were a child, Alistair. Just like I was a child. There was nothing we could have done to stop what evil, bitter men did to our families and our lives. Nothing. You do not hold the weight of their sins on your shoulders simply because you are related to them.”
― Emma Hamm, These Bitter Blooms

“He pressed a kiss to her knuckles and then turned to face her. He moved his legs so that they were on either side of her body. Trapped, surrounded by him, she had never felt so at home.”
― Emma Hamm, These Bitter Blooms

“The faeries loved compliments. At his nod, they rushed toward her and settled in her hair, on her shoulders, down her arms. One even landed on top of Browning’s head. He went cross-eyed, trying to see the flying light that he obviously wanted to eat.”
― Emma Hamm, These Bitter Blooms

“Browning plopped onto the ground, breathing hard and covered in... winter clothes? Alistair’s jaw fell open as he finally noted the warm jacket wrapped around the toad like he was a child, the mittens on all four of his feet, and the hat shaped like a lily pad that had been tied around his thick neck.”
― Emma Hamm, These Bitter Blooms

“The fae have learned that being remembered is more important than wealth or power. For if you are remembered, then you’ve already discovered immortality.”
“Immortality sounds rather boring to me,” she whispered, wide eyes staring up into his. “I’d rather live a wild and untamed life than be so concerned with forever that I forget to live.”
― Emma Hamm, These Bitter Blooms

“Alistair didn’t know what that meant, but he already knew in his soul that he’d found one. If there was to be a queen, Thea was the only one that sparkled in his eyes. Not for her beauty, although that was undeniable, and certainly not for her wit, for she was rather odd. But because looking at her made his soul feel full, and he had never felt that before.”
― Emma Hamm, These Bitter Blooms

“He touched a hand to his heart and realized that the feeling in his chest was something he had never felt with anyone else. Thea was his favorite feeling, even though he didn’t have a name for it.”
― Emma Hamm, These Bitter Blooms

“To him.
The unwanted son of a horrible man. Her kindness meant something.
He spun and caught eyes with the brownie. “Was this what you wanted to show me?”
She nodded, and the bright smile on her face spread again. As though she knew the contents of the letter and how happy it would make him. And, of course, he was happier right now than he’d been in a while.
Because Thea existed. And if she wrote to him, then he existed as well.”
― Emma Hamm, These Bitter Blooms