and the dreams that are answered

Jude Duarte ~ Holly Black’s “The Cruel Prince”

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character is from The Folk of the Air by Holly Black 

in the pits of our souls - if i amuse myself with the notion that i have a soul - elian and i aren’t so different. two kingdoms that come with responsibilities we each have trouble bearing. him, the shackles of being pinned to one land and one life. me, trapped in the confines of my mother’s murderous legacy. and the ocean, calling out to us both. a song of freedom and longing.

she liked it when she was angry, too. angry was better than scared. better than scared. better than remembering she was a mortal amongst monsters. no one was offering her the option of training wheels anymore.

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You made me your puppet. Very well, Jude, daughter of Madoc, I will be your puppet. You rule.

If you hurt me, I wouldn’t cry. I would hurt you back.

“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else.” 

“That’s what comes of hungering for something; you forget to check if it’s rotten before you gobble it down”

And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness … but because it was a dreamer.

“If you hurt me, I wouldn’t cry. I would hurt you back.”

People are receiving their @owlcrate for The Wicked King box so I thought I’d share the print I did for it! ❤️ I can’t believe I hadn’t done this scene from book 1 yet lol it feels like it’s probably mandatory. (I totally crapped the storyline though cause she threatened him AFTER he got freed by the other guys from the court of shadows… Please don’t sue me 😥 I’m a bad fan, I guess I just like Cardan tied up)

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“We’re a crew with limited interests, and you don’t gamble, swear, or drink to excess. But here’s the secret to popularity: risk death to save your compatriots from being blown to bits in an ambush. Great way to make friends.”

“But kissing Locke never felt the way that kissing Cardan does, like taking a dare to run over knives, like an adrenaline strike of lightning, like the moment when you’ve swum too far out in the sea and there is no going back, only cold black water closing over your head.” 

“Sometimes your goodness shines so brightly that I want to devour you. Maybe if I have enough of you, that light you shine will stave off the wickness that lives inside me.”