Some victories are merely defeat wearing the wrong clothing.
Souls and thrones are irreconcilable.
On our wedding night, I will cut out your tongue and swallow it. Then both tongues that spoke our marriage vows will belong to me, and I will be wed only to myself. You will most likely choke to death on your own blood, which will be unfortunate, but I will be both husband and wife and therefore not a widow to be pitied.
If you are too weak to stand being hit and too stupid to avoid it, then you deserve more pain.
Her spine was steel. Her heart was armor. Her eyes were fire.
"I think of you like a sister," he said. "Like a brilliant, violent, occasionally terrifying sister that I would follow to the ends of earth, in part because I respected her so much and in part because I feared what she would do to me of I refused. "
She nodded. "I would do awful things."
She nodded. "I would do awful things."
She plucked a rose and held it to her face. She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile.
The price of living seems to always be death.
