145 Quotes by Morgan Rhodes

King Gaius began to laugh. It was a dark sound edged in danger and it made a chill run up Magnus’s back as it echoed through the cavernous hall.

There are... sacrifices that must be made.

I’m not planning to assassinate her.” Jonas met each of their gazes in turn. “I’m planning to kidnap her.

Yes, of course, very well,” the barkeep sputtered. “My best bottle of Paelsian wine. Coming right up.” He disappeared into a back room, returning almost immediately with a dark green glass bottle roughly etched with the Paelsian symbol of a grapevine. As the barkeep uncorked it, Magnus spared a glance at Nic. “That’s forbidden.” Nic gestured toward the bottle. “Bad Prince of Blood. Very bad!” Magnus.

One day, I promise this pain will fade.” “No, it won’t.” “Right now it’s still too fresh. It might seem as if this grief will never let go of the hold it has on your heart.

I’ve found rumors have much in common with feathers. It’s rare that either holds much weight.

He didn’t deserve her; he knew he didn’t. He was the Prince of Blood, the son of a monster, who said and did cruel things. Who preemptively leapt to hurt anyone before they could hurt him first. But he would show her that he could change. Magnus could change for her. She was his princess. No. She was his goddess. With her golden skin and golden hair. She was his light. His life. His everything. He loved her more than anything else in this world. Magnus.

Blood is life. Blood is magic.

A chill had spread through the tent, but perhaps it was only Magnus’s blood cooling with each word he spoke.