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“The Empress doesn't get collared, or caged, or tortured. How artfully she beckons, how perfectly she punishes....”

Quote by Kresley Cole

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Kresley Cole
Kresley Cole

Kresley Cole is a renowned American author known for her romantic novels. Her works are celebrated for their deep emotional descriptions and complex character development, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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“That is righteous, blondie! Hey, we need to come up with superhero names. How about capes—and codpieces? Just think about the idea for now, chew it over for a bit, let me know,” he said. “Hey, do you guys ever hear . . . voices?” I groaned. “All the time. I thought I was going crazy.” “Duude,” he said in agreement. “And before the Flash, all kinds of freaky shit was happening to me. I started speaking this weird language. And stuff started transforming—but only in front of me. I saw my cat walking on the ceiling, saw lava coming out of a faucet. The worst? I was doing this girl, and suddenly she looked like my gym teacher!” He shuddered. And I’d thought I had it bad. Matthew and Finn had also suffered. “What’d your parents think?” I asked, wondering if Finn had gotten institutionalized too. “Dad couldn’t handle my ‘erratic behavior’ anymore, so he pawned me off on Mom. Same result. They were just about to break out the straitjacket—or, worse, military school—when she got the brilliant idea to ship me from Malibu to North Carolina to rough it with my redneck cousins.” So Matthew and I hadn’t been the only ones deemed “damaged” by our folks. It made sense, though. I wondered what Selena’s story was. “Yeah, Mom figured they’d toughen me up mentally,” Finn said. “I can’t even make this shit up. Mental health—through the chugging of Natty Light, the chasing of hot hick ass, and the killing of ducks and bucks.”

“Why did bad boys like Jackson Deveaux always attract girls like Evie? It'd been that way at my high school. The only attention I had received from pretty girls was their laughter when I’d shown up for class with a busted lip or an awkward new cast. They’d spurned me for things I could not control. I remind myself that I took control of my parents – and I no longer have to worry about attracting a girl’s attention; I have a captive audience of beautiful females. Yes, these days Arthur gets all the girls. I keep them in my basement. I nearly chuckle.”

“Arthur, I…I’d just been released from a mental institution.' She looks up at me from under he lashes, gauging my reaction while seeming to dread it. I just stop my jaw from dropping. 'Mental institution?' I’d been sick the last quarter of my sophomore year, so my mom made me go to a clinic in Atlanta.' This girl’s been heaven-sent for me! I, too, had been sick. Until I’d tested my concoctions on myself, eventually discovering a cure.”

“…Jackson muttered to me, ‘Bedlam.’ I was beginning to understand his compulsion to solve puzzles. Every few feet, a new mystery taunted me. An eighteen wheeler lay atop a house. On my right, someone had painstakingly nailed a wedding dress and veil to a front door. A dingy sleeve waved in the wind. To my left, a dead man and young boy were positioned in a front yard, as if they’d been making snow angels in the ash right up to the end. On the side of a dumpster, someone had spray-painted: Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn…Whatever.”

“In the pool, I thought you were asking me if I wanted more kissing – then the next thing I see is a condom? You couldn’t have cared less if I was freaked out because you skipped over all the bases I’d thought to expect, or nervous about your ancient-looking protection or – or not ready to go that fast! In general. I didn’t expect you to declare, like, love for me forever or anything. But for my first time, I’d hoped for more than ‘It’s slim pickings out there.”