Well," Lucien said, his remaining russet eye fixed on me, "you don't look half as bad now. A relief, I suppose, since you're to live with us. Though the tunic isn't as pretty as a dress."Wolves ready to pounce - that's what they were, just like their friend. I was all to aware of my diction, of the very breath I took as I said, "I'd prefer not to wear that dress""And why not?" Lucien crooned.It was Tamlin who answered for me. "Because killing us is easier in pants.

My money’s on yes,” Cassian said. “Want to make a wager?”“No,” Azriel said, not turning from the window. Cassian sat up, the portrait of outrage. “No?

If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" - Lucien Vanserra

Lucien studied the wine in his goblet. "You don’t hold on to power by being everyone’s friend. And among the faeries, lesser and High Fae alike, a firm hand is needed. We’re too powerful, and too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.

A pulse of surprise, of wicked delight against my mental shields, at the dark, membranous wings I knew were now poking over my shoulders. Every icy kiss of rain sent jolts of cold through me. Sensitive-so sensitive, these Illyrian wings.Lucien backed up at step. "What did you do to yourself?" I gave him a little smile. "The human girl you knew died Under the Mountain. I have no interest in spending immortality as a High Lord's pet

I said to Lucien, low and quiet and as vicious as the talons that formed at the tips of my fingers, as vicious as the wondrous weight between my shoulder blades, "When you spend so long trapped in darkness, Lucien, you find that the darkness starts to stare back.

So is this what you do with your lives? Spare humans from the Treaty and have fine meals?” I gave a pointed glance toward Tamlin’s baldric, the warrior’s clothes, Lucien’s sword.Lucien smirked. “We also dance with the spirits under the full moon and snatch human babes from their cradles to replace them with changelings–

Do you ever stop being so serious and dull?""Do you ever stop being such a prick?" I snapped back.Dead—really, truly, I should have been dead for that.But Lucien grinned at me. "Much better.

A Lucien le colgaban las manos a los costados.La voz se le quebró cuando le susurro a Elain:—Tú eres mi pareja.–Capítulo 65, pág. 568