The Queen of Nothing (The Folk of the Air #3)

“That’s what mortal means,” I say with a sigh that I don’t have to fake. “We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.”

“We did not send for you, and we do not need you!” Randalin begins, clearly intending to give some servant—probably Fand—the tongue-lashing he wishes he could bestow on my person. Then he blanches and lurches to his feet.

The High King stands in the doorway. His eyebrows rise, and a malicious smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “Many think that, but few are bold enough to say it to my face.”

“And Vivi should be happy, because the only danger anyone has ever been in at a Council meeting is of being bored to death.”

I still promise to run, tail between my legs. And since I have a tail, that should be amusing for everyone

I have heard that for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very like the feeling of fear.

And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.

you.” He looks at me, his lips curving in something that’s not quite a smile; it’s more and less than that. “I knew little else, but I always knew you.”

“It’s you I love,” he says.

sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.” He pulls my body against his, cradling my head against his chest.

“You looked like a knight in a story tonight,” he says softly against my neck. “Possibly a filthy story.”