A Kiss of Shadows

Men don't settle down because of the right woman. They settle down because they are finally ready for it. Whatever woman they're dating when they get ready is the one they settle down with, not necessarily the best one or the prettiest, just the one who happened to be on hand when the time got to be right. Unromantic, but still true.

A girl could never have too much jewelry or too much weaponry.

Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated

The second you stop questioning yourself is the second that you become the monster. -Merry

Not knowing a thing is not ignorance. Feigning knowledge you don't have can be--Sholto

They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

I just love dealing with people whose idea of sometimes is every thousand years,” I said.

If you have a choice between extra makeup or extra weapons always take the weapons. Just the fact that you're debating between those two choices proves that you're going to need the weapons more.

You did not bring down two of the royal guard in an unceremonious heap because the woman in the middle tripped.

Twenty-three stories up and all I could see out the windows was grey smog. They could call it the City of the Angels if they wanted to, but if there were angels out there, they had to be flying blind.

Bunu nasıl yapabildiğini hiçbir zaman anlayamadım." dedi. Gözlerim hala yerdeydi. "Neyi, Kraliçem?" "Tam olarak doğru sözleri doğru bir ses tonuyla söyleyip de aynı zamanda bu kadar samimiyetsiz olabiliyorsun. Sanki söylediklerini korkunç derecede yorucu buluyormuşsun gibi." sy.367

He found his voice first, though it was a ragged whisper, “Thank you.” If I’d had enough breath I’d have laughed. My throat was so dry, that my voice sounded stiff. “Trust me on this, Frost, it was my pleasure.” He bent over and laid a kiss on my cheek. “I will try to do better next time.” He moved his hands away from me, letting me move, but stayed sheathed inside me as if he were reluctant to let that go. I looked at him, thinking he was joking, but his face was utterly serious. “It gets better than this?” I asked. He nodded solemnly. “Oh, yes.” “The queen was a fool,” I said softly. He smiled then. “I always thought so.

Not knowing a thing is not ignorance. Feigning knowledge you don’t have, can be,

The second you stop questioning yourself is the second that you become the monster.

Birçok kişi güç çağırabilirdi. Ama çağırmak bir zanaatkâr olaran sizin kuvvetinizi ölçemezdi. Önemli olan bu güçle neler yapabildiğinizdi. sy. 63

Düelloyu kaybettim ama hayatta kaldım ve bu, bana göre her zaman için kazanmaktır. sy.103

No matter how careful you are, you can end up pregnant. That’s what sex is designed to do, after all. So, never sleep with someone who’s mean or stupid, and ugly is a judgment call, because all three may breed true.

Easy does it, boys. I just need help standing, not flying.

Hot rage runs through you, and is close kin to hot passion, but cold rage, that is close kin to hate.

you either kill your enemies or you leave them the fuck alone.

Doyle’s skin wasn’t brown—it was black. He looked as if he’d been carved from ebony. His cheekbones were high and sculpted, the chin a little too sharp for my taste. He was all angles and darkness. Those angles looked deceptively delicate, like the bones of a bird, but I’d seen him be hit full in the face with a war hammer once. He’d bled, but he hadn’t broken. The

To obey my queen in all things.” His voice was like his skin, dark. It made me think of molasses and other thick, sweet things. A voice so deep it could hit notes low enough to make my spine shiver.

I should have remembered that your livery is a spider.” He gave a very small smile, which for Doyle was an outrageous amount of expression. “Normally, I would give you time to adjust to my presence, our predicament, but your wards will not hold forever. We must act if you are to be saved.

A disagreement about what?” The voice belonged to Frost, Doyle’s second in command. Other than the fact that they were both tall, physically they were almost opposites. The hair that fell in a glimmering curtain to Frost’s ankles was silver, a shimmering metallic silver like Christmas tree tinsel. The skin was as white as my own. The eyes were a soft grey like a winter sky before a storm. His face was angular and arrogantly handsome. His shoulders were a touch broader than Doyle’s, but other than that they were both very alike and very unalike. He

Nice outfit,” he said. I knew I looked hot when Jeremy complimented my clothes. He always looked impeccable even in jeans and T-shirt, which he only wore if he absolutely had to be undercover. I’d seen Jeremy do a three-minute mile in Gucci loafers once, chasing a suspect.