بریده‌های کتاب The wicked king

The Folk doubtlessly learned this lesson long ago. They do not need to deceive humans. Humans will deceive themselves.

Black as the eyes of the High King of Elfhame

The more exhausted I let myself get, the more I’ll slip up. Human bodies betray us. They get starved and sick and run down. I know it, and yet there is always so much more to do.

- tell me that you hate me + I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you *He kisses me harder*

"Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment"

I hate that he knows what he's doing and I don't. I hate being vulnerable. I hate that I throw my head back, baring my throat. I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

My hands are shaking. He captures them and kisses my knuckles with a kind of reverence