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“I picture the High Queen as she was in that final battle, blood flecked across her face. Chopping off the head of the serpent who’d been her beloved, even if it doomed her side to failure, all to save a land that despised her.
Now, that was hate that was somehow also hope.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“You can hate me as much as you want, blame me for every wrong that has ever happened. You can scream your hatred for me into the sun and crumble mountains in my name. You can pierce a dagger into my heart a thousand times until my blood stops pouring. You can do it all as long as you promise me one thing.â€�
I swallow the lump in my throat, wanting and hoping that I could do exactly that: hate him. “What?� I whisper.
“You promise me that you will not hate yourself.”
― Zian Schafer, Blood Moon Sanctum

“You will make an interesting High King,' I tell him.

He looks alarmed. 'I most definitely will not. The Folk adore Cardan and they're terrified of my sister, two excellent things. I hope they rule Elfhame for a thousand years and then pass it down to one of a dozen offspring. No need for me to be involved.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“The Folk adore Cardan, and they’re terrified of my sister, two excellent things. I hope they rule Elfhame for a years and then pass it down to one of a dozen offspring. No need for me to be involved.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir