288 Quotes by Nenia Campbell

I’m not asking you to be bad, I’m asking you to be bad for me.

Oh my God.”“Why? Are you going to worship me, little seer?” He let his arm drape possessively over her hip. “You know, I bet I could give you visions if I kissed you hard enough,” he added wickedly.

He was wild, like her, with the kind of profile sculptors liked to cast in bronze: a fiery young god chiseled from the elements. Even in moments of icy repose, she could sense that menace clawing just beneath the surface. The knowledge of its presence drew her, even as she knew that it should have repelled.

Phineas Riordan was exactly what came to mind when someone imagined a cruel prince from a fairytale: the kind that ruined maidens instead of saving them.

There is no playacting in this court. If you stay your hand, they will cut it off.

Books make the best ersatz friendships.

He smelled like alcohol and a bad dream.

I know what you want. You’re a vicious little hellcat—all teeth and claws. And you want to use them, don’t you? You want to fight. You like to fight.” She stiffened at the pinch of his teeth at her neck and he blew gently into her ear. “Fight me, then. Fight me as much as you want. As hard as you want. Because no matter what you do, I’m going to ruin you. No one will ever fuck you the way I do.

You were the most beautiful thing that I’d ever seen. I couldn’t decide whether to pluck you out of the sky and cage you, or simply break your wings.