42 Quotes About Jude-duarte

He steeples his long fingers. “Someday, I will ask your king for a favor.”“You want me to agree to something without even knowing what it is?” I blurt out.His stoic face gives little away. “Now we understand each other exactly.”I nod. What choice do I have? “Something of equal value,” I clarify. “And within our power.”“This has been a most interesting meeting,” Lord Roiben says with a small, inscrutable smile.As I stand to leave, Kaye winks an inkdrop eye at me. “Luck, mortal.

Vivi is right; it cost me something to be the way I am. But I do not know what. And I don't know if I can get it back. I don't even know if I want it.

I'm not a monster, I'd told her, back when I said I would never hurt Oak. But maybe being a monster was my calling.

Yes, my great villan, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can

I wasn't kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone—truly gone beneath the waves—I hated myself as I never have before.

Vivi blows a noisemaker. “Here,” she says, passing out paper crowns for us to wear.“This is ridiculous,” I complain, but put mine on.Cardan looks at his reflection in the door of the microwave and adjusts his crown so it’s at an angle.I roll my eyes, and he gives me a quick grin.

Go ahead. Insult me.”His eyebrows go up. “I don’t take commands from mortals,” he says with his customary cruel smile.“So you’re going to say something nice? I don’t think so. Faeries can’t lie.

You didn’t hear the story I told,” he goes on. “A shame. It featured a handsome boy with a heart of stone and a natural aptitude for villainy. Everything you could like.

Our eyes meet, and something dangerous sparks.He hates you, I remind myself.“Kiss me again,” he says, drunk and foolish. “Kiss me until I am sick of it.