Father, I am what you made me. I’ve become your daughter after all.

Algunos entre nosotros no encuentran a los mortales hermosos. De hecho, algunos de ustedes podrían jurar que Jude es poco atractiva.Pero yo creo que es sólo que su belleza es... única. Enloquecedora. Alarmante. Angustiante.

It feels like a geas. It has all the sinister pleasure of sneaking out of the house, all the revolting satisfaction of stealing. It reminds me of the moment before I slammed a blade through my hand, amazed at my own capacity for self-betrayal.

I stand in front of my window and imagine myself a fearless knight, imagine myself a witch who hid her heart in her finger and then chopped her finger off.

He rises from the throne. “Come, have a seat.” His voice is replete with danger, lush with menace. The flowering branches have sprouted thorns so thickly that petals are barely visible.“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks. “What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It’s all yours.

She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.

El te odia. Incluso si te desea, te odia.Tal vez te odia más por eso.

Si tú eres la enfermedad, supongo que no puedes ser también la cura.

You’ve manipulated the High King of Faerie intoobeying you, but you can’t find a way to manipulate one jerk into keepingour sister happy?