Emily A. Duncan Quotes

The world they wish is broken bones and blood - always blood.

What do you want?" he asked.
"End of the war, riches and fortune without having to work for it, the admiration of as many pretty people as possible?

Don't be a martyr. We have no use for yet another saint.

This was going to kill her. This, right here, this beautiful boy and his monstrous power and his lies and the knowledge that nothing mattered, they would always betray each other in the end.

A passage of a singular thought between her and this nightmare of a boy she did not know and did not trust.
She ran. He followed.
The monsters gave chase.

Two thrones, two kings, two boys to plunge the world into darkness for the sake of saving it

She would bring this country to its knees.

Take away everything that makes children human but let them keep their names as a reminder of everything they've lost.

He turned and grinned at her, monstrous but beatific, holding out his hand, darkness gone. [...] She took his hand.

Dazzle the monsters, Nadya. You've already charmed the worst of the lot; the rest should be easy.

This monstrous king could be undone by the touch of her lips.

Thank you," he mumbled.
"For what?"
"Coming back. No ones ever done that.

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Instead he sought out the cleric, holed up in the library as ever, because, as she put it, where else was she supposed to be?

You'll have a false name too?"
"Jakob."
"Well, that's certainly easier on the tongue than Malachiasz.

If she tore out her own heart would this stop? If that was the thing betraying her, then she would be rid of it. Anything to stop from being pulled to this terrible boy.

What happens when a monster tries to become a god?

I wanted to show you peace.

I don't regret what I did," he said. "But I do regret that it took so many lies. You weren't supposed to be so brilliant. I wasn't supposed to care."

"You care far too much about everything. It is, unfortunately, part of your charm.

You'll play," Nadya said <..> "You would have stayed in your hellish mines if you were not going to play. Did you expect to return and find everything exactly like it was before you burned it to the ground? There are only ever ashes after a fire, Malachiasz, and I'll have you at my feet yet." His eyes narrowed, the faint smile never quite dropping from his lips even as the air around him turned dangerous. His tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "We'll see, pet.

How many false realities has he constructed for himself?

You have plunged yourself into the dark where the monsters dwell; now you must fight them off before you're consumed.

They were cursed, thrown together by chance in Kalyazin, drawn together by circumstance but fated for opposite paths.

She wondered if that was what she had become, the thing that would cause this monster king to stumble away from his throne.

But this is who I am. It's a blessing, not a curse.

Mourn the loss later, survive now.

You could be exactly what these countries need to stop their fighting. Or you could rip them apart at the seams.

I thought we needed him for his glowing personality," Rashid said.
"And because we missed him."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Rashid," Malachiasz replied.

...[A] witch is just a girl who has realized her power is her own.

You are searching for an apology for what I am. I will not provide one.

He was a nightmare but he was gentle.

He was everything; he was nothing. She was torn apart in a thousand directions but there was only one and it was forward. There was nothing else but this.

Darkness was something he was intimately used to; darkness was nothing to him. He has lived and toiled and learned in darkness. This was both more than that and yet something else entirely.

Some scars aren't so visible.

How does a human girl become something divine and feared by the gods that gave her the power she wields?

Where he was heat, she was ice and winter and cosmic fury.

Are we so different, Nadya?" He lifted his hand, fingers tipped with long claws, and pressed his thumb against her lips. "We both long for freedom. For power. For a choice. We both want to see our kingdoms survive.

She was only one girl; she didn't want the fate of nations resting on her decisions.