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She is kmy wife. The rightful High Queen of Elfhame and most definitely not in exile.

Your ridiculous family might be surprised to find that not everything is solved by murduer.

It amuses her to keep me out of trouble.

Cardan had his polished boots resting on a rock and his head pillowed on the utterly ridiculous mortal book he'd been reading. Since the one with the girl and the rabbit and the bad queen, he'd discovered he had a taste for human novels. A hob in the market traded them to Cardan for roses smuggled out of the royal gardens.

Maybe it helps that her feet resemble human ones. Although, to be fair, they are turned backward.

His hair dark as the sloes of a blackthorn, tumbled around his cheeks.

Perhaps I am foolish, but I am no fool. You like something about me," he says, mischief lighting his face, making its planes more familiar.

Prince Cardan, sixth-born to the High King Eldred, yet still the absolute worst, strides across the floor toward us

My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you have returned.

Glad you're up to mocking.' 'I hope it's the last thing about me to go.

I'm still your father.'' ''You're my father's murderer,'' I blurt out. ''I can be both,'' Madoc says, smiling, showing those teeth.

You had the advantage of me twice, and twice you gave it away. Good luck getting it again

There are so few children in Faerie that I've never seen one of us twinned. Is it like being doubled or more like being divided in half?

Coffee", the Roach says. "Black as the eyes of the High King of Elfhame.

And so was Prince Cardan's reputation made. He had little to do but further it.

Where should I tell your father he can find you, should he ask?' ... 'Tell him that I am busy using the woods for a chamber pot.

There was no assassin. It was a romantic misunderstanding.' Her eyebrows go up. 'The High King is very bad at romance,' I say.

The last room Cardan occupied caught fire,' I call back to the Bomb. 'Let me rephrase. It caught fire because he lit it on fire.

His every movement is languorous. It feels dangerous to rest my gaze on him for too long, as though he is so thoroughly debauched that it might be contagious.

King of the land, I am not here to fight your sharp tongue. My blood is cold and I prefer blades.

An ombré ball gown, its color deepening from white near my throat, through palest blue to deepest indigo at my feet. Over that is stitched the stark outlines of trees, the way I see them from my window as dusk is falling. The seamstress has even sewn on little crystal beads to represent stars.

Jude gives him a look. It is an expression that he never once saw her make when they attended the palace school together, yet from the first he saw it, he knew it to be her truest face. Conspiratorial. Daring. Bold.

I don't suppose you have anything to drink around here?' Cardan asks. 'I don't imagine that whatever happens next is going to be particularly comfortable for me, and I would like to stay drunk in order to face it.' 'Do you really think I care if you're comfortable?' I demand.

Perhaps you could just allow yourself to be rescued,' Cardan says. 'For once.