“Well, you have magic, and I have my own superpower. It’s called anxiety.”
―
C.N. Crawford,
City of Thorns
“There are bonfires, music. We sacrifice sixteen prisoners in a bonfire, and we eat things made with apples, like pies—”“Wait,” I held up a hand. “Did you just slip in a bit about burning people to death?” “The prisoners, yes. In the bonfire. Then we have pies made from—” “I understand how pies work. That part doesn’t need that much explaining. I’m stuck on the burning people to death part.” “Oh?” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Night
“Do not mistake me for a hero. I’d destroy the entire world to save the person I loved the most.” ― C.N. Crawford, Garden of Serpents
“You stabbed me to protect Ciara.”"I still think stabbed is a bit much. It didn’t kill you. It was more like a…you know, like a setback, I’d call it.”"You setbacked me in the chest, with a knife” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Darkness
“Lucky for me, I could easily rely on one of my favorite tactics: acting like a feckless dipshit.” ― C.N. Crawford, Agent of Enchantment
“I don’t think I ever understood the desire some mortals have to end their lives until I listened to the details of yours last night.” ― C.N. Crawford, City of Thorns
“I frowned. “I didn’t know Clovians were allowed to have more than one wife.” “We aren’t typical Clovians,” said the count. You don’t say. “Care to elaborate?” I asked.“No.” Silver light glinted in his eyes. Despite everything else I knew about him, his eyes were a marvel—large, mournful, pale light framed by darkness.“Is Sourial married?” I asked. “Why are you asking about him?” A blade of steel undercut in his tone. “Just making conversation.” “Sourial and I are unusual among our kind. We have no wives.” “Will he be at the party, too?” “Making conversation again, are you?” He murmured.“Oh yes. My people call it chit-chatting.” “It’s a terrible habit.” “Some day, Count Saklas, you are going to have fun. And it is going to blow your mind.” “I’d rather keep my mind intact.” ― C.N. Crawford, The Fallen
“This was the thing with men, as my mother—Queen Malgven herself—had warned me. It doesn’t matter who you really are. They write their own stories about you. They cast you in one of several roles. The innocent girl who needed teaching. The lunatic who needed calming. The whore who’d break your heart.” ― C.N. Crawford, Dark King
“his overall appearance was much like Henry Cavill in The Tudors crossed with Poseidon.” ― C.N. Crawford, Frost
“small draugr jumped forward. She wore a bloodstained chef’s apron and was grinning excitedly. “I gutted my husband with a breadknife. Then I plucked out his eyes and ate them.” The corpses turned to stare at her, mouths hanging open. “You ate his eyeballs?” said the white-haired corpse. His face had twisted into a look of disgust. “While he was still alive?” The little corpse glared. “The sound of his chewing bothered me. Especially when he ate chicken wings.” They all nodded, satisfied with this reasonable answer.” ― C.N. Crawford, Cursed Prince
“Energy? What energy? Ha ha, the only energy I know is energy drinks. I’m totally like everyone else.” ― C.N. Crawford, Agent of Enchantment
“Well, my bag of satyr dicks is fresh out, so does anyone have any ideas?” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Dreams
“Look, I am a good person. Or, at the worst, I am morally gray.” ― C.N. Crawford, Dark King
“Because when something terrible happens, there’s only one way to make it right, isn’t there? Make something worse happen to someone else.” ― C.N. Crawford, Cursed Prince
“Well, you have magic, and I have my own superpower. It’s called anxiety. It’s a pain in the ass, but I’m prepared for every fire scenario you can think of.” ― C.N. Crawford, City of Thorns
“Ciara stepped forward, holding up her hands to the sky. “I am a fire demon,” she declared. “Congratulations. Care to light this for me?” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Night
“All I wanted from life was a normal job, enough for food and rent, and a couple of normal friends. I was happy in my hovel of an apartment.” ― C.N. Crawford, Infernal Magic
“How immensely human to be scared of bumblebees and ghosts while speeding around in flaming death machines all day like it was nothing.” ― C.N. Crawford, Dark King
“I knew a woman was never supposed to admit when she thought she was beautiful. It was a mortal sin. Everyone hates a woman who likes how she looks, and women are especially reviled if they’re flawed and still have the balls to feel beautiful. Covered in scars, not the right shape, wrong hair—whatever. You’re supposed to feel bad about it. So I just kept my thoughts about it to myself. I was scarred; I was beautiful, and I didn’t need to know what anyone else thought about the matter.” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows
“There are bonfires, music. We sacrifice sixteen prisoners in a bonfire, and we eat things made with apples, like pies—”“Wait,” I held up a hand. “Did you just slip in a bit about burning people to death?” “The prisoners, yes. In the bonfire. Then we have pies made from—” “I understand how pies work. That part doesn’t need that much explaining. I’m stuck on the burning people to death part.” “Oh?” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Night
“Do not mistake me for a hero. I’d destroy the entire world to save the person I loved the most.” ― C.N. Crawford, Garden of Serpents
“You stabbed me to protect Ciara.”"I still think stabbed is a bit much. It didn’t kill you. It was more like a…you know, like a setback, I’d call it.”"You setbacked me in the chest, with a knife” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Darkness
“Lucky for me, I could easily rely on one of my favorite tactics: acting like a feckless dipshit.” ― C.N. Crawford, Agent of Enchantment
“I don’t think I ever understood the desire some mortals have to end their lives until I listened to the details of yours last night.” ― C.N. Crawford, City of Thorns
“I frowned. “I didn’t know Clovians were allowed to have more than one wife.” “We aren’t typical Clovians,” said the count. You don’t say. “Care to elaborate?” I asked.“No.” Silver light glinted in his eyes. Despite everything else I knew about him, his eyes were a marvel—large, mournful, pale light framed by darkness.“Is Sourial married?” I asked. “Why are you asking about him?” A blade of steel undercut in his tone. “Just making conversation.” “Sourial and I are unusual among our kind. We have no wives.” “Will he be at the party, too?” “Making conversation again, are you?” He murmured.“Oh yes. My people call it chit-chatting.” “It’s a terrible habit.” “Some day, Count Saklas, you are going to have fun. And it is going to blow your mind.” “I’d rather keep my mind intact.” ― C.N. Crawford, The Fallen
“This was the thing with men, as my mother—Queen Malgven herself—had warned me. It doesn’t matter who you really are. They write their own stories about you. They cast you in one of several roles. The innocent girl who needed teaching. The lunatic who needed calming. The whore who’d break your heart.” ― C.N. Crawford, Dark King
“his overall appearance was much like Henry Cavill in The Tudors crossed with Poseidon.” ― C.N. Crawford, Frost
“small draugr jumped forward. She wore a bloodstained chef’s apron and was grinning excitedly. “I gutted my husband with a breadknife. Then I plucked out his eyes and ate them.” The corpses turned to stare at her, mouths hanging open. “You ate his eyeballs?” said the white-haired corpse. His face had twisted into a look of disgust. “While he was still alive?” The little corpse glared. “The sound of his chewing bothered me. Especially when he ate chicken wings.” They all nodded, satisfied with this reasonable answer.” ― C.N. Crawford, Cursed Prince
“Energy? What energy? Ha ha, the only energy I know is energy drinks. I’m totally like everyone else.” ― C.N. Crawford, Agent of Enchantment
“Well, my bag of satyr dicks is fresh out, so does anyone have any ideas?” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Dreams
“Look, I am a good person. Or, at the worst, I am morally gray.” ― C.N. Crawford, Dark King
“Because when something terrible happens, there’s only one way to make it right, isn’t there? Make something worse happen to someone else.” ― C.N. Crawford, Cursed Prince
“Well, you have magic, and I have my own superpower. It’s called anxiety. It’s a pain in the ass, but I’m prepared for every fire scenario you can think of.” ― C.N. Crawford, City of Thorns
“Ciara stepped forward, holding up her hands to the sky. “I am a fire demon,” she declared. “Congratulations. Care to light this for me?” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Night
“All I wanted from life was a normal job, enough for food and rent, and a couple of normal friends. I was happy in my hovel of an apartment.” ― C.N. Crawford, Infernal Magic
“How immensely human to be scared of bumblebees and ghosts while speeding around in flaming death machines all day like it was nothing.” ― C.N. Crawford, Dark King
“I knew a woman was never supposed to admit when she thought she was beautiful. It was a mortal sin. Everyone hates a woman who likes how she looks, and women are especially reviled if they’re flawed and still have the balls to feel beautiful. Covered in scars, not the right shape, wrong hair—whatever. You’re supposed to feel bad about it. So I just kept my thoughts about it to myself. I was scarred; I was beautiful, and I didn’t need to know what anyone else thought about the matter.” ― C.N. Crawford, Court of Shadows
