Crown Of Gilded Bones Quotes

You will bow before your Queen.” Casteel eyed the Atlantian coolly. “Or you will bleed before her. It is your choice.

You are the foundation that helps me stand. You are my walls and my roof. My shelter. You are my home.” His lashes swept up, the amber of his eyes churning wildly. “As you are mine, Poppy.

My first. My guard. My friend. My betrayer. My partner. My husband. My heartmate. My everything. Casteel Da’Neer bowed before me and stared up at me as if I were the only person in the entire kingdom.

You need to understand that I will do anything and everything for my wife.” Casteel’s gaze latched on to his father‘s. “No risk is too great, nor is anything too sacred. Because she is my everything. There is nothing greater than her, and I do mean nothing.

Bravery is a fleeting beast, isn’t it? Always there to get you into trouble, but quick to disappear once you’re where you want to be

Life doesn't wait to hand you a new puzzle until you've figured out the last one.

The heart doesn't care how long you may have with someone." Kieran looked over at me, his eyes sheltered. "It just cares that you have the person for as long as you can.

You,” he said, his voice thick and tone reverent. All I ever need is you. Now. Always.

I know you’re strong and so resilient it’s fucking unbelievable, but you don’t have to always be strong with me. It’s okay to not be okay when you’re with me … It’s my duty as your husband to make sure you feel safe enough to be real.

I will not replace the veil you loathed with a crown you hate.

The villain is always the hero in their story, aren't they?

I…I tried to eat Kieran.” “He won’t hold it against you.” “I tried to eat Kieran while I was naked.” “That’s probably why he won’t hold it against you.

I love you, Penellaphe. You. Your fierce heart, your intelligence and strength. I love your endless capacity for kindness. I love your acceptance of me. Your understanding. I’m in love with you, and I will be in love with you when I take my last breath and then beyond in the Vale.

You are the foundation that helps me stand. You are my walls and my roof. My shelter. You are my home.

Don’t borrow from tomorrow’s problems

There cannot be equality in power if there is no choice.

Most men wouldn't know logic if it smacked them in the face.

I never knew it could feel like this. That I could feel this for someone. But I do – I love you.

I guess I am the Queen of Flesh and Fire.” Casteel nodded as he stalked toward me, his eyes a heated amber. “I know you’re the Queen of my heart.” Blinking, I lowered my hands as he stopped in front of me. “Did you seriously just say that?” One dimple appeared as he clasped the back of my head and lowered his head to mine. “I sure as fuck did.” “That was so…cheesy,” I said. “I know.” Casteel kissed me.

It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be vulnerable.

I know. You’re hungry. But you can’t eat Kieran. That would make me a little sad.

Yours.” Stark need shone through the slits of his eyes. “Now. Forever. Always.

There will always be people who need to be reminded of history.

Because she is my everything. There is nothing greater than her, and I do mean nothing.

I think too much value is given to forgiveness when it’s easier to forgive but far harder to forget. That understanding and acceptance is far more important than forgiving someone,

Two wrongs never made things right or better, nor did they cancel one another out. They just were.

Make sure she knows that I am the Chosen, the One who is Blessed, and I carry the blood of the King of Gods in me. I am the Liessa to the wolven, the second daughter, the true heir, owed the crowns of Atlantia and Solis. I am the Queen of Flesh and Fire, and the gods’ guards ride with me. Tell the Blood Queen to prepare for war.

My first. My guard. My friend. My betrayer. My partner. My husband. My heartmate. My everything. Casteel Da’Neer

And that was the key, wasn’t it? To not overthink and to just live.

And if you decide you want to take what is yours, claim the throne, I will set this entire kingdom on fire and watch it burn if that ensures that the crown sits on your head.

Kieran took out another as his lip curled in disgust. “Just kill them.” “Oh, well, I was thinking about keeping one.” Cold, clammy fingers grazed my arm as I whirled around. “You know, as a—” “If you say pet, I’m going to think you’re more demented than Cas.” “I was going to say friend.” Kieran looked over at me, brows arched. “That’s even worse.

I will always find you. No matter what.

My son would only choose a bride whose bravery equaled his own.

A low, humming sound came from deep within me, finally forming rough, guttural words. "It hurts." "I know. You're hungry. But you can't eat Kieran. That would make me a little sad.

If you ever tell me to kiss your ass,” he said, “remember that I already have.

It’s old Atlantian. The language of the gods,” Casteel said, his voice rough. He cleared his throat as he squeezed my hand again. “Meyaah Liessa. It means: my Queen.

I wanted to remember his face when the world turned dark.

I knew how to hide. I was only now learning how to be seen.

make sure you feel safe enough to be real.” “I do not want to be party to forcing you into yet another role you did not ask for nor desire. I will not replace the veil you loathed with a crown you hate. If you do not want to take the Crown, I will support you,” he swore, and the intensity in his words captured me. The irrevocable oath he was making. “And if you decide you want to take what is yours, claim the throne, I will set this entire kingdom on fire and watch it burn if that ensures that the crown sits on your head.” I jolted. “You love your people—” “But I love you more.” Flecks of gold burned brightly in his eyes, churning restlessly. “Do not underestimate what I would or would not do to ensure your happiness. I think you know this by now. There is nothing that I wouldn’t do, Poppy. Nothing.

I have a lot of questions,” I announced the moment Casteel ushered me back into our room, and King Valyn left. “Not a single person in the entirety of either kingdom would be surprised by that,” Kieran stated as he closed the veranda doors behind him. “Not even remotely.

No matter how much I trained with weapons and my body, my waist would never be narrow, nor would my hips ever be slender like the Ladies in Wait in Solis. I liked cheese and bacon and chocolate-covered everything too much for that.

You were born of flesh with the fire of the gods in your blood. You are a Bringer of Life and a Bringer of Death,” Nyktos interrupted. “You are the Queen of Flesh and Fire, due more than one Crown, one kingdom. What you seek, you already have. You always had the power in you.

I know you’re strong and so resilient it’s fucking unbelievable, but you don’t have to always be strong with me. It’s okay to not be okay when you’re with me,

He was crying. Casteel was crying.

I wasn't the Maiden. I wasn't a Princess or even a Queen. I was a god. And I was so over this.

You,” he said, his voice thick and tone reverent. “All I ever need is you. Now. Always.

I might’ve said something like I’d tear her apart limb by limb and feed her to barrats.” He stared at me. I sighed. “It wasn’t one of my finer moments, I admit.” “Damn.” Casteel broke the silence, his gaze the shade of heated honey. “I wish we weren’t about to have this meeting because I really want to fuck you on this table right now.” My eyes widened. “Gods,” Kieran muttered, sitting back as he dragged a hand over his face.

Kill as many as you can.” Then his mouth was on mine, the kiss quick and raw, a clash of teeth and tongues.

…she may be different… Promise me you will keep her safe.

The heart doesn’t care how long you may have with someone.” Kieran looked over at me, his eyes sheltered. “It just cares that you have the person for as long as you can.

You don’t have to do this.” “I want to,” I told him. “Do you want me to?” “You can do anything to me, and I’ll want it.

They created this fire and fanned it, and now it’s out of control because I am the fire, and I will take everything from them.

I, for one, am glad that I’m surrounded by those who have more loyalty and thirst for adventure than common sense,” Casteel remarked. “And now for the rules.

I inhaled sharply as I felt the hot burn of anger break through the walls that his father had built. “Yes, here we all stand, apparently determined to irritate the hell out of one another. Not me. I don’t want to irritate anyone— you know, the person who was attacked not once but twice and then shot in the chest with a crossbow,” I snapped, and both their gazes shot to me. “And yet, I’m the one who has to tell you two to knock it the hell off.” The King blinked at me. “Why am I reminded of your mother, Cas?” “Because that sounds like something she’d say,” he replied

I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He tugged a little on my arms. My hands stayed over my face. “Then don’t say incredibly sweet and supportive things.” “Would you rather I say something mean and unsupportive?” “Yes.

Are you trying to get me naked?” “Poppy,” he purred, brushing several strands of hair over my shoulder. “When am I not trying to get you naked?” I laughed softly. “Good point.

Casteel. My husband. My heartmate. My savior.

He pressed his lips to my damp temple. “I love you.

He was lucky I loved cheese.

You weren't the only one seeking sanctuary that night. He was in need of shelter - one that could bear the weight of his desires, his love, and his pain. And he found it. He may have given you freedom, but you have given him more than you could ever know.

Why does everyone act like I run around stabbing people?” Casteel stared back at me and then looked pointedly at his chest. “Whatever,” I muttered. “You deserved it.

He was staring at me, golden eyes filled with wonder. “I…” He swallowed thickly. “You…you are a goddess.

I love him," I whispered. Kieran paused by my legs. "Are you just now figuring that out?" "No.

—Eres digno de mí, Cas. Necesito que sepas eso.

My first. My guard. My friend. My betrayer. My partner. My husband. My heartmate. My everything.

how you find things you never knew you needed when you’re looking for something completely opposite.

Life doesn’t wait to hand you a new puzzle until you’ve figured out the last one.

You are not the great conspirator, but one of two who will stand between what has awakened and the retribution it seeks to reap against man and god.

You always had the power in you.

You may be born of Nyktos's blood, but you and I both know what you are and what you will always be. The Maiden who is part beauty and part disaster.

The villain is always the hero in their story, aren’t they?

And I didn't need to hide my scars.

If you think that what I did was a shock, then you need to understand that I will do anything and everything for my wife.” Casteel’s gaze latched on to his father’s. “No risk is too great, nor is anything too sacred. Because she is my everything. There is nothing greater than her, and I do mean nothing.

I cannot let you go. I won’t. Not now. Not ever.” His hand moved to my cheek, but I barely felt it. “Kieran, I need you to pull the bolt out. I—I can’t—” His voice shattered. “I need you. I can’t do that.” “You’re going to…” Kieran rocked forward. “Fuck. Yeah. Okay.” He tore through the roots. “Let’s do this.

And later, when Casteel and I were alone, I didn’t think it was possible to be loved more thoroughly than I was.

I broke, and just like Casteel had promised, he was there to catch those pieces, holding them together and keeping them safe until I could piece myself back together.

Do you have a changeling in your bloodline, Cas?” “Not sure, but I can tell you something’s changing in my pants right now,

If any of those who inflicted one second of pain on you still breathed, I would tear them apart, limb from limb. I pray that the death you dealt them was slow and painful.

stab first and ask questions later.

Do not underestimate what I would or would not do to ensure your happiness.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing that,” I whispered. “Which part?” Casteel asked. “The shifting, or Kieran stripping?

The man had two heads, and I’m sure you can guess which one he used most.

I’m concerned about you—about everything that has happened to you.

Poppy,” he whispered, those strange, churning eyes glimmering with dampness. “You didn’t Ascend.

The days yet to be seen are not foretold. That even what the gods may have in store for us is not written in stone.

Bravery is a fleeting beast, isn’t it? Always there to get you into trouble, but quick to disappear once you’re where you want to be.

You believe I'm a threat because of the blood I carry, and because of what I can do. But you haven't even given me a chance to prove that I am not just the sum of what my ancestors did. You can choose to judge me based on what I've done to defend myself and those I love, but I do not regret my actions.

I would kill any and all who stood between Casteel and me because we deserved to be together. We deserved a future, a chance to explore each other's secrets. To love one another. We deserved to simply...live. I would do anything to ensure that.

Do you know what's carved into our rings? It's in old Atlantian," he told me when I shook my head. "Both say the same thing. Always and forever. That is us." "Yes," I whispered, my throat tightening. "It is.

Obviously, I don't have experience in the whole marriage department, but be that as it may, you're my wife. That means we don't pretend anymore, correct? That, always and forever, we are real with one another." "Yes." I nodded. "Not about anything. Not even when you don't want me to worry. I know you're strong and so resilient it's fucking unbelievable, but you don't have to always be strong with me. It's okay to not be okay when you're with me," he said, and my breath caught. "It's my duty as your husband to make sure you feel safe enough to be real. You don't have to pretend that you're okay with everything that has happened, Poppy.

I do not want to be party to forcing you into yet another role you did not ask for nor desire. I will not replace the veil you loathed with a crown you hate. If you do not want to take the Crown, I will support you,

I love you, Penellaphe. You. Your fierce heart, your intelligence and strength. I love your endless capacity for kindness. I love your acceptance of me. Your understanding. I’m in love with you, and I will be in love with you when I take my last breath and then beyond in the Vale.” Casteel lowered his head, pressing his lips against mine. Something wet glanced off my cheek. “But I have no plans to enter the Vale anytime soon. And I will not lose you. Ever. I love you, Princess, and even if you hate me for what I’m about to do, I will spend the rest of our lives making up for it.

I don’t know where I would be right now if it weren’t for you. I don’t even know if I would be alive. But I do know that I would be...I would be less. I wouldn’t feel like this——like I’m whole. And that’s because of you.

Míranos, poniéndonos de acuerdo en a quién matar y a quién no.

After everything that happened with Shea and my brother, I honest to gods never thought a laugh could wreck me like yours does. And when I say it wrecks me, I mean in the best way—in the most complete way. And I…” A shaky breath left him. “I just want to thank you for that.

All of that sounds incredibly sad and also hopeful. I mean, that if your mother did love Malec, she was still able to find love again. To open herself like that once more. I don’t know…” I held the journal close to my chest. “I don’t know if I could do that.” “I would never give you a reason to, Poppy.

You've faced Craven and vampires, men wearing masks made of human flesh, creatures without faces, and stared down Atlantians who wanted to harm you with the kind of strength and bravery most lack," he whispered. "Remember what you are. Fearless." Fingers touched the other side of my cheek, and Kieran's pale eyes locked with mine. "You are a descendent of the gods, Poppy. You run from no one and nothing.

I wanted to remember his face when the world turned dark. I wanted to remember what it felt like to be in his arms, to hear his voice and feel his mouth against mine. I wanted to remember the way he smiled when I threatened him, and how his eyes lit up and warmed whenever I challenged him. I wanted to remember the pride I felt from him whenever I silenced those around me with words or by blade. I wanted to remember how he touched my scars reverently as if he wasn't worthy of them - of me.

He exhaled heavily. "I don't think I've told you this. I didn't get the chance yet. When you asked me to kiss you under the willow? Deep down, I knew then that I would give you anything you asked for. I still will. Whatever you want," he promised roughly, his fingers tangling in my hair. "You can have it. Anything. Everything. You can have it all. I will make sure of it.

Kieran?" I asked as we made our way down the narrow tunnel. "Poppy?" "I swallowed, my throat dry. "Are you...are you doing ok?" He didn't answer right away, and I thought the hand he held the torch with trembled. "No." I briefly closed my eyes. "Are you?" "No," I whispered.