Царство Проклятых

Предположения убивают истину.

Возможно, раньше я была глупа, но слава богине, я быстро усваивала уроки.

В моем мире больше не было места для печали или горя. Как и в моем сердце.

Пока ты не лишишься настоящего выбора, ты не сможешь понять его очарование.

“If they are stupid enough to ignite your fury, they deserve to feel the burn.”
I smiled at him. “And yet you still toss matches onto the kerosene all the time.”
“Wrath and fury are my sins of choice. I like your temper.”

“Sounds as if you’re a little prideful.”
I lifted a shoulder and dropped it casually. “Not prideful. Only honest. You’ve been a decent enough teacher, but this student has surpassed the lessons. I accept my desires. I welcome any challenge. I have little fear of losing. I think your brothers ought to be worried.”

There is nothing more dangerous than a woman who owns who she is and apologizes to no one.

“I miss her.”
“Your twin.”
“Yes, desperately. Sometimes, for a second, I forget she’s gone. Then it all comes back. Part of me feels terrible for forgetting. And the other part wants to lash out. Lately it seems like I’m at war with myself, and I can’t decide which part will win.”

Wrath clinked his glass against mine, his gaze content. “May we always feast after spilling the blood of our enemies.”
I smiled at him over my glass. “You’re a barbarian.”
“You defended yourself. If being proud makes me a barbarian, so be it.”
“Do you think I killed him?”
He swirled the liquid in his glass, his attention riveted to it. “Would it matter if you did?”
“Of course it matters. I don’t want to be a murderer.”
“Defending yourself is not the same as attacking without cause or reason.”

“The stars incline us; they do not bind us.”

“The devil may be nasty, but he doesn’t perform tricks.” His smile was temptation incarnate. “He bargains.”
For the first time the witch seemed uncertain. She’d thought herself to be the most cunning, lethal one. She’d forgotten whose throne room she stood in and how he’d clawed himself onto that cursed and wretched thing. He would take immense pleasure in reminding her.
This was the kingdom of the Wicked, and he ruled them all.
“Care to strike a deal?”

…нет ничего, что символизировало бы жизнь больше, чем гердце.

Выбор привлекателен, а сила – нет.