Trial Of The Sun Queen Quotes

Her fingers felt small, yet substantial, when he wrapped his own around them. A jolt shot through him at the touch and she stopped, looking at him with a curious expression. Had she felt it, too?

Hunger is a language I know. A script I've written a thousand times.

I'm going to die, all because of a fucking bar of soap.

With a temper like mine, a girl is bound to get in trouble now and then… or often.

I’m not supposed to be doing this…but I can’t seem to help myself around you.

When he bonded to his queen, he would settle for nothing less than someone who set his blood on fire.

Gabriel’s a captain?” “Of the king’s personal guard, yes.

Nothing actually belongs to anyone here. Everything is on temporary loan, including our bodies and definitely our souls.

They smell like a rose garden,

That b**** took my soap.

The setting sun paints the water in hues of pink and orange, and every time I think I’ve witnessed the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, I find yet another to surpass it. I wonder if I’ll ever get over this sensation of seeing everything as if for the very first time. I’ve barely lived. My entire life has been experienced on the edge of nothing.

He lowers his head and peers at me, meeting my eyes. “No. I can see the life you’ve lived in the depths of your eyes. You are no fool, and you are not ignorant. Perhaps you didn’t learn how to waltz or play the piano, but those are things the rich do merely to fill their time. They aren’t important and they mean nothing. You’ve lived, Lor. You must have experienced so many terrible things in that prison.

How can this woman have spent half her life in Nostraza and turn out like that? It should have broken her. It should have left her as a shell. But somehow, she survived both that and Atlas’s Trials and came out on the other end in a blazing ball of confident fire that threatens to burn me up every time she walks into the room. It’s as though her spirit has always understood her legacy and her purpose. She behaves exactly like a queen. A slightly wild one with a short fuse, but a queen nonetheless.

It seemed so different from Nostraza, but as Halo clings to me and Marici’s mutilated body lies at my feet, I realize that this, too, has all been an illusion

Every second. Every minute I’m focused on the day I finally get free. I live it in my dreams and see it when I’m awake. I feel it in the shivering marrow of my bones. One day, I’ll get out of here and pay back the Aurora King for everything he’s taken. For everything he’s done.

I may not understand how to use a sword, but I’ve been in hundreds of fights throughout my life, and I know how to make a man twice my size weep. This twig of a beach* is no match for me. Even if she is Fae. I hope.

Short, wide staircases spaced at even intervals lead down to the sunken dance floor.

I might not know who the thirty-seventh king of Aphelion was, but at least I know how to throw a fucking punch.

When you have nothing, you can’t build anything. When your days are spent wondering where your next meal is coming from or how you’re going to survive the night without having your throat slit, you don’t have the time or the energy or the motivation to make your life better. You’re too busy simply surviving.

He tells me of the forgotten realm of Heart and its fallen queen. Its lost Artefact—a crown with a blood-red stone.

I also maintain the possibly foolish hope that I will fall in love with my queen and that she, too, will fall in love with me.

member of royalty—and his beauty eclipses his surroundings. I’ve only been in the presence of one other Imperial Fae before, but that was a very long time ago. And whether he was beautiful was the last thing on my mind.

I’ve only been in the presence of one other Imperial Fae before, but that was a very long time ago. And whether he was beautiful was the last thing on my mind.

We spend the remaining hours toiling—some in the jewel mines, some in the kitchens, some in the forge, some cleaning, some sewing, and the rest doing a hundred other soul-draining duties no free person would ever consent to.

The kindness in his words, the sympathy in his voice, makes tears flame behind my eyes.

That night, he’d let me think I was special, but I remind myself that I am nothing and it will always be that way.

If I think Gabriel might feel bad that he’s insulted me, I’m entirely wrong.

I am Aphelion’s most coveted stylist. You think you can just snap your fingers and I’ll come? I have a list of clients as long as my cock.