Quotes by Lucien Wolf

“Somewhere between the days and nights that passed of his crying beneath the boughs of the white tree, Malachite found the jewels--her necklace and her bracelet. But not the ring. And that gave him the only hope he could cling to. Her ring--she still had it, maybe. She had said to wait for her.So he would.He would, until the end of the world again.””

“The bed is warmer tonight. Warmer than it's ever been and stranger. But easier, too. Lucien catches me looking at him on the pillows, and he smirks. "You have my permission to stare at me all night.""And why would I do that?" I fire off a half-downy mumble. "I've already memorized everything on you.""Well." His smirk grows unmanageable. "Not everything."Since when is he the one who seduces, instead of me? My face fills red."Princes aren't supposed to have roguish manners.""And ladies aren't supposed to sleep in beds with unmarried men.""Only married men, then."He hefts up on one elbow, tracing my hand under the covers. "What are you implying, Lady Zera?""Go. To. Sleep." I pause. "Your Highness."The kiss comes, as I knew it would, breathless and enmeshed in each other, and I'm the first one to pull away and the only one to roll over in faux grumpiness. Lucien's laugh rumbling the mattress. I try to sleep--try so hard to play at being a human as he is--but I fade in and out, waking up in the odd hours to reach over and feel that he's still there. Still real.Still with me, despite everything.Despite how many mistakes I've made.””

“It's still hard, to accept his love at the drop of a hat, without doublethinking or flinching away. Maybe it'll always be hard. But at the very least, I'm trying. I'm trying to make it work, this time, instead of running away.””

“The little room has a slot for a window, the bright sunlight squaring through no bigger than a peg. I stand on my tiptoes to see out of it, and feel a support beneath me as Lucien picks me up by the waist with his broad hands and lifts.He smirks up at me, "Is that any better?""A little." I feign disinterest, peering through the window.””

“Loyalty,” Lucien grits out, black eyes searing, “is not a requirement to protect someone.””

“Sometimes, Lucien’s presence doesn’t work. Going to him bandages the wound but doesn’t heal it. I think that’s the nature of love, really”