Frost Cn Crawford Quotes

When was the last time you lost yourself in a pleasure so intense, you forgot your name? That you forgot your own mortality? Because that is what it means to be fae. I could make you ache with pleasure until you forget the name of every human who made you think there was something wrong with you.

We are a match made in hell, but I have never wanted anyone more, Ava Jones,

Well, that’s good, darling, because as I said, I’m looking for someone I can’t love, and so far, you are the perfect match.

his overall appearance was much like Henry Cavill in The Tudors crossed with Poseidon.

But as I stood over the water, I caught a glimpse of my reflection, and my heart went still. Because there, protruding from my green hair, was a golden pair of horns. I couldn’t breathe.

A word knelled in the hollows of my mind as I realized why the pendant had rejected me. Unseelie. I’d asked to come home, and this was where the magic had brought me. My real home—the realm of the wild beasts. It seemed I was a changeling after all.

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

The corner of his lip curled. “It seems I have you exactly where I want you, my favorite changeling.

I felt as if the throne was pushing me away—a strange sense of dread warning me not to move closer. And yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off the pair.

had to uncover the truth, but I might really hate the answer once I did.

Don’t attack unless you’re certain you can win.

I am a gutter fae. We fight dirty, and we fight to win. But you’re not very different than me, are you?

When someone is so beautiful you forget to breathe…

My love—my touch—is death.

The rest of the world faded away, the Seelie and Unseelie, and it was just the two of us lighting each other up. It was dawn breaking from within.

People didn’t need comfort to thrive, or pleasure; they only needed to find meaning.

We are creatures of the Wild Hunt, and we could never be anything else. If you feel we go too far, it’s only because you are living a lie about your true nature.” The corner of his mouth curled. “Because underneath it all, you are as vicious as the rest of us.

A picture had emerged from some dark corner of the internet of Torin rising from the ocean waves like a sea god, droplets glistening off his thickly corded muscles. With his sly grin and perfect features, his overall appearance was much like Henry Cavill in The Tudors crossed with Poseidon.

If I weren’t cursed, I’d make her forget whoever it was who’d taught her that there was something wrong with being fae. Ava had the air of heartbreak about her, and I could make her body pulse with a sensual thrill until she completely forgot the human idiot responsible.

When was the last time you lost yourself in a pleasure so intense, you forgot your name? That you forgot your own mortality? Because that is what it means to be fae.

Pain engulfed my chest, and something was wrong with my breathing. I coughed, and blood spattered into the snow. I stared with horror at the red droplets. They’d punctured my fucking lung.

Love can hurt more than the worst tortures we can devise.

Love was a forge—viciously painful, but it made us stronger nonetheless.

Ava, you have made me thoroughly undone in every possible way. I am returning to my kingdom a ruined man. But with you, I don’t think I have a choice. You’re a command I can’t refuse.

Outside, a roar like an avalanche rumbled over the horizon, and when I glanced out the windows, snow was shaking off the boughs. For a moment, I wondered if I’d caused it with my loud enthusiasm for chili dogs. But in the next moment, a dragon’s shriek sent a jolt of fear through my bones.

His voice rumbled through his chest. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.

I volunteer as tribute!” Shalini stood in the doorway of her bedroom wearing a hot pink bathrobe. “Take me to Faerie. I’ll be a contestant.

Can you stop being selfish for a minute and think about this from my perspective?

You need an alpha male. Like, someone who can protect you.

Was it possible the king was actually bringing me here for a public execution for the crime of insolence? Treason?

I-I was going to tell you…” he stammered. “We fell in love. And love is beautiful, isn’t it? Love should always be celebrated. Honestly, Ava, you should be happy for me. I’ve found my soulmate.” He sighed dramatically.

My ears perked up at the sounds coming from upstairs. Andrew was clearly blaring some dirty videos, judging from the impossibly loud moaning and gasping—the really fake, high-pitched kind targeted at men.

The king—the most powerful fae in existence—looked completely and utterly alone.

Namely, I cannot be around anyone I might love.

For someone in my position, it was strangely liberating being around someone who didn’t respect you at all.

I have loved you since the moment I saw your portrait.

Ah, changeling. But we’ve long since decided that anything from the human realm isn’t worth the effort. Too much chaos.

The magic of a fae queen is more powerful than a king’s, and she is the one who will bring life to this land once more.

The magic of the thrones is very powerful, and if a human touches them, there is no telling what the magic might do.

But…of course, it was such a chaotic time. Even if we did have records of the servants, some would be lost.

The fae believed she was the goddess of dreams, that she ruled over sleep. And this place felt like a temple of dreams.

Because you were safe in the human world, but you aren’t here. And now, it’s my responsibility to make sure nothing happens to you, but I don’t feel in control anymore. The forces of darkness are spreading here, along with the frost. It started with the boggarts spoiling the milk. Then I hear reports of dragons and the sluagh demons…the dark magic filling the void is taking over, and I suspect the princesses may feel that malign influence, making them more bloodthirsty.

I had no idea why we’d come here, but I wasn’t complaining. It was a privilege to get a glimpse of this magical place.

Keep this close to you. It will help you move swiftly when the other princesses are using magic. Take care not to let its power overwhelm you.

I’d known what this was. He never wanted to marry. Didn’t want to fall in love or have children. And neither had I, because I was done with love. But it felt as if my heart was breaking anyway.

I had to uncover the truth, but I might really hate the answer once I did.

Crush your enemies mercilessly.

I hardly wondered at all why the king wasn’t doing it himself.

But she must have another kind of magic at work because she didn’t seem to feel the pain long. Within moments, her blade flashed up, shining in the early morning sunlight. Silver and bright, it glittered like a jewel—a jewel, I knew with complete certainty, she would drive through my heart if given the opportunity.

Once they’ve got you in their sights again, it’ll all be over.

If you were raised here, you’d feel pain every time a lie fell from your lips. Though if you loved him, perhaps you would do it anyway. Love burns us, doesn’t it? And that fire makes us strong.

Before now, my entire life had one purpose: to look after my subjects and make my kingdom thrive. Here, in the heart of my enemy’s land, my thoughts were distinctly distracted.

And this was why they called it the Court of Sorrows…

She will throw you off the tower.

he kissed me with the desperation of a man who thought the world was ending and only our desire could save it.

I was cursed, and I had been my whole life. If I ever fell in love with my bride, she would die. And it would be my own touch that would kill her—freezing her to the marrow like the bleak landscape around us.

I would teach you what you really are, and I would make sure you never forgot it.

It was never men tasked with living in caves and foretelling the future, was it? It was the crones of the world, the supernatural gossips and tea-spillers.

We were not born to eat fucking Cheerios.

He carved his blade through Modron’s neck, and the deep gray cloak fell to the earth, empty. Only her head remained, rolling on the snow.

We could open one together. One of the ones where you can throw axes? And maybe we should invite Andrew to opening night, have some shots, and see where the blades take us.

Glamour,” he said quietly, “is a special kind of magic we use to influence humans and a few weak-minded fae. It allows us to help them forget things.” “Like mind control?” “Not exactly. More like a powerful suggestion.

Can we get a pitcher of margaritas? And can you turn up Hitched and Stitched? Someone’s getting sent home tonight.” “I hope it’s Amberlee,” I said. “No, wait. I hope she stays. She’s batshit, and that makes her my favorite. She tried to curse Jennica with a curse candle.

King Torin’s voice was smooth as silk, and a faint glint of amusement flickered in his eyes. “As you wish. Clearly, you have your whole life together beautifully.” His gaze swept down my body again, taking in the grumpy cat sweatshirt. “I wouldn’t want to ruin it.

We could open one together. One of the ones where you can throw axes? And maybe we should invite Andrew to opening night, have some shots, and see where the blades take us.” I nodded over my beer. “We could call it ‘Tap that Axe.

But you were walking the whole time. How is it impressive that I could run at your walking speed?” He shrugged. “I’m the king, Ava. You must expect me to be naturally superior in most things.

Yes, it was delicious.” With a shock, I realized I’d managed to eat the whole plate. That never usually happened when I was heartbroken. “I didn’t have any dinner last night, and I guess I was starving.” Torin leaned in and whispered, “Yes, as I recall, most of your dinner was on your shirt.

We are wild creatures, and that is precisely why you belong here,” he murmured.

What if he was inside our room? I mean, where it’s more comfortable.” “No,” said King Torin. “For one thing, I need him searching for the intruder before he gets to the door. And for another, we wouldn’t want anyone getting the mistaken impression that he’d forsaken his vow of chastity.” “His what?” Shalini’s face twisted into a horrified expression that reminded me of the time I’d told her my WiFi password was “password.

Though it was also a situation for which I would have greatly appreciated a sports bra.

He turned to me and tucked his finger under my chin, lifting it so I couldn’t look away. His pale eyes burned with a dominating ferocity that made my heart race—an otherworldly power that transfixed me and made me want to drop my gaze at the same time.