Book: Crown of Midnight
Quotes of Book: Crown of Midnight
So Chaol brushed away her tears, lifted her chin, and kissed her. The kiss obliterated her. It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing. His lips were hot and soft against hers-still tentative, and after a moment, he pulled back far enough to look into her eyes. She trembled with the need to touch him everywhere at once, to feel him touching her everywhere at once. He would give up everything to go with her. She twined her arms around his neck, her mouth meeting his in a second kiss that knocked the world out from under her. She didn't know how long they stood on that roof, tangled up in each other, mouths and hands roving until she moaned and dragged him through the greenhouse, down the stairs, and into the carriage waiting outside. book-quoteNehemia stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "You have power in you, Prince. More power than you realize." She touched his chest, tracing a symbol there, too, and some of the court ladies gasped. But Nehemia's eyes were locked on his. "It sleeps," she whispered, tapping his heart. "In here. When the time comes, when it awakens, do not be afraid." She removed her hand and gave him a sad smile. "When it is time, I will help you.With that, she walked away, the courtiers parting, then swallowing up her wake. He stared after the princess, wondering what her last words had meant.And why, when she had said them, something ancient and slumbering deep inside of him had opened an eye. book-quotepowermagicnehemia-ytgerShe stepped aside, dodging him with maddening ease. Grave lunged again. But faster than he could follow she ducked and slashed her sword across his shins. He hit the wet ground before he felt the pain. The world flashed black and gray and red, and agony tore at him. A dagger still left in his hand, he scuttled backward toward the wall. But his legs wouldn't respond, and his arms strained to pull him through the damp filth. "Bitch," he hissed. "Bitch." He hit the wall, blood pouring from his legs. Bone had been sliced. He would not be able to walk. He could still find a way to make her pay, though. She stopped a few feet away and sheathed her sword. She drew a long, jeweled dagger. He swore at her, the filthiest word he could think of. She chuckled, and faster than a striking asp, she had one of his arms against the wall, the dagger glinting. Pain ripped through his right wrist, then his left as it, too, was slammed into the stone. Grave screamed-truly screamed-as he found his arms pinned to the wall by two daggers. His blood was nearly black in the moonlight. He thrashed, cursing her again and again. He would bleed to death unless he pulled his arms from the wall. With otherworldly silence, she crouched before him and lifted his chin with another dagger. Grave panted as she brought her face close to his. There was nothing beneath the cowl-nothing of this world. She had no face. "Who hired you?" she asked, her voice like gravel. "To do what?" he asked, almost sobbing. Maybe he could feign innocence. He could talk his way out, convince this arrogant whore he had nothing to do with it … She turned the dagger, pressing it into his neck. "To kill Princess Nehemia." "N-n-no one. I don't know what you're talking about." And then, without even an intake of breath, she buried another dagger he hadn't realized she'd been holding into his thigh. So deep he felt the reverberation as it hit the cobblestones beneath. His scream shattered out of him, and Grave writhed, his wrists rising farther on the blades. "Who hired you?" she asked again. Calm, so calm. "Gold," Grave moaned. "I have gold." She drew yet another dagger and shoved it into his other thigh, piercing again to the stone. Grave shrieked-shrieked to gods who did not save him. "Who hired you?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" After a heartbeat, she withdrew the daggers from his thighs. He almost soiled himself at the pain, at the relief. "Thank you." He wept, even as he thought of how he would punish her. She sat back on her heels and stared at him. "Thank you." But then she brought up another dagger, its edge serrated and glinting, and hovered it close to his hand. "Pick a finger," she said. He trembled and shook his head. "Pick a finger." "P-please." A wet warmth filled the seat of his pants. "Thumb it is." "N-no. I … I'll tell you everything!" Still, she brought the blade closer, until it rested against the base of his thumb. "Don't! I'll tell you everything! book-quote
