“I, Jude Duarte, take Cardan, High King of Elfhame, to be my husband. Let us be wed until we don’t want to be and the crown has passed from our hands.”
Umai Tatishevaalıntı yaptı4 yıl önce
“I, Cardan, son of Eldred, High King of Elfhame, take you, Jude Duarte, mortal ward of Madoc, to be my bride and my queen. Let us be wed until we wish for it to be otherwise and the crown has passed from our hands.”
Umai Tatishevaalıntı yaptı4 yıl önce
“Jude Duarte, you will leave the High King’s side,” Balekin says. At that tone, Cardan’s focus narrows. I can see him straining to concentrate. “She will not,” he says.
Umai Tatishevaalıntı yaptı4 yıl önce
“Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment.”
marti leonalıntı yaptı4 yıl önce
He takes my hand. “Nothing is sweeter,” he says, kissing the back of it, “but that which is scarce.”
Maya Putaralıntı yaptı2 yıl önce
perhaps the smith will make you a cup that never runs out of wine.”
Maya Putaralıntı yaptı2 yıl önce
“I didn’t,” she says. “I swear. I only meant to kill the girl he was with.”
Romanaalıntı yaptı2 yıl önce
He looks up at me with his night-colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once. “For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.”
I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?”
He grins up at me. “They missed.”
LOVE THEM.
Little Wingalıntı yaptı3 yıl önce
“Revenge is sweet, but ice cream is sweeter.”
Umai Tatishevaalıntı yaptı4 yıl önce
I would like to say that he always hated me, but for a brief, strange time it felt as though we understood each other, maybe even liked each other.