Romantasy Quotes

“She is the embodiment of a bad decision. The twin of danger and desire. The fine line between deadly and divine. And I can feel myself drowning.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“There is no me without you.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“My smell. Do I smell like…?”
“Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride

“Some broken things stay broken”
― Holly Black, The Prisoner’s Throne

“In fact, once I have retaken my throne, you will not have to do anything if you do not wish it. If you desire to sit in some corner of the castle hunched over your books and notepaper, bestirring yourself only to demand a tour of some brownie market or bogle den, then it will be done."
I let out a trembling breath. "And what sort of queen would that make me?"
He looked perfectly earnest as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Mine.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“That scar you flaunt is beyond hideous. I suggest you wear a scarf or a large necklace at the very least, to provide a distraction from such a glaring flaw.”
“Ah, now your rumoured exceedingly large collection of scarves and enormous necklaces makes sense.”
― Jane Cousins, The Beast Of Gloomenthrall: A snarky, hot and fun romantasy.

“I don’t like to be one to say I told you so.” Perri nudged her sister, as Alia stifled yet another yawn. “But the two of us would have made dreadful nuns.”
― Jane Cousins, The Beast Of Gloomenthrall: A snarky, hot and fun romantasy.

“They stared at each other, and just for a moment, it was like no one else was there. Just them. No dreks. No soldiers. He looked at her like she was the beginning and end of his world, and he smiled-”
― Alex Aster, Nightbane

“You just didn’t know how to make her happy.” He clapped Iovar on the shoulder. “It’s okay. She’s a symphony, and not everyone understands how special that is.”
Iovar sputtered. “She’s—”
“I know it’s hard to realize the truth, especially for a man like yourself, a man of business, to accept that you will never be what she deserves, to know you’ll never be enough.” Dax then turned to Marin and held out his hand. The bells on his sleeves chimed with the movement. “I don’t know if I can ever be either, but I’m determined to try.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Sea of Charms

“In the end, he was a true gentleman, before he was the crown prince.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“In time, I hope that you’ll come to take my kindness for granted, and view it as a basic form of common civil curtesy. That a day will come, when you’ll mistake today’s gratitude as another form of flattery.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“From the grandfather who cursed her, to the grandson set on freeing her, fate had played such a cruel trick.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“You will be mine. And I will be yours. Until the gods fall.”
― Talina Arden, The Last Fury: Mythos World Book One

“For the person I used to call home, it’s strange finding no sense of comfort in him. Like a deer stuck in a panther’s den, every one of my instincts is screaming danger.”
― Elle Kish, The Returned Prince

“I'd let every kingdom burn if it meant having her.”
― Elle Kish, The Returned Prince

“Woman, I would carve a hole in my chest if it meant you’d call me your home. Feed you my innards if it meant sustaining you. Give you my eyes if it meant you being able to see you the way I see you. Rip my fucking heart out if it meant that you’d be able to feel just how much I love you.”
― Chiara Forestieri, Venom Sweeter than Honey: A Super Spicy Fantasy Romance w/ Plot & Emotional Depth

“He’d submerged up to his neck, kneeling on the sandbar. At some point, he must have dunked himself under because his purple hair was damp and clung to his neck and shoulders. Droplets decorated his crystal horns, and they sparkled in the sunlight. He looked like a being out of a storybook, the kind of ethereal creature who granted wishes.
“Command me, Captain,” he said.
Marin firmly controlled her brain away from all the images that conjured up.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Sea of Charms

“Oh, the prince of sorrow,” a fifth began to sing aloud.

“He went to war, while his first lover ran off with another;
He returned to find her wed to a farmer;
He went to war once more, while his second lover seduced another;
He returned to find her wed to a scholar;
He then went to visit the temple,
But drove his third lover mad, never to see the morrow;
Oh, what shall become of the prince of sorrow?
Perhaps, he should just marry a sparrow!”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“One of the paper birds flew into her lap and unfolded. She read the elegant script: Daxicend, Eighth-Level Master Composer. And it had the name of his opus: The Charms of the Sea.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Sea of Charms

“In my experience, people are generally cruel. They like to label others as villains, while they claim sainthood. But in truth, it’s usually the other way around.”
― Kristina Stangl, The Heartless Villainess

“I’m looking for a Winslow Green. Is he available?”
The girl smiled, which had the odd effect of seeming to brighten the entire room. There was a smattering of freckles the same color as her hair across her rosy cheeks and pert nose. “I’m Winslow Green.”
Bastian stared at her blankly. “I— erm. What?”
“Winslow Green? This is my agency.” Her eyes, an unusual shade of periwinkle, blinked at him innocently.”
― Mara Rutherford, My Unfamiliar

“Do you want me to tell you what it feels like to watch your own parents executed before your eyes? To see their fucking heads roll off the stage while people cheer? But it's nice,” he sneered, “that you promised yourself you'd make it better when you're King. We're all so very grateful.”
― Danila-Gongoroi

“Do you know what dragon the metal came from?”
Dragon, no. Person, yes. Farren must have made me swallow silver after she pulled Hort and me from the water. It was odd how my arm felt better within days. But after what I just saw and Dr. Burke’s enthusiasm, I can further confirm Farren Walsh is the best silver-crafter I’ve ever met.
It’s my turn to lie though. “No idea,” I say, instead of announcing the truth I’ve felt since I was twelve years old. I got lucky enough to meet a girl named Farren Walsh. Two weeks ago, I got even luckier she decided to save my life.”
― Dana Swift, When Dealing With Dragons

“Iron is wrapped around all four of their wrists, connecting them together, joining the couple. It’s tradition, the dragon metal crafted to wind around both their wrists and forearms so many times you can’t tell whose iron is whose. It’s how the phrase “metals shouldn’t mix” was popularized. Because if the metals were different then everyone could clearly see the individual’s metal separate from their partner. No unity. One would always be more powerful than the other, straining the relationship. Yet, I imagine gold and silver encasing Farren’s and my wrists one day.”
― Dana Swift, When Dealing With Dragons

“I’m not some piece of metal,” I argue.
James grins at Cara as he wraps his arms around me from behind. “Of course, you’re much more precious.”
― Dana Swift, When Dealing With Dragons

“He didn’t get the explanation because Draeth’s blade was already out.”
― D.L. Foxglove, The Vael Between Worlds

“I won’t hide what I want in order to influence her decision.”
― D.L. Foxglove, The Vael Between Worlds

“Hand.” / “It’s only scraped.” / “That’s not what I asked.”
― D.L. Foxglove, The Vael Between Worlds

“Did you know they have this monstrous thing in the vending machine called a Cow Tale?” he asks, approaching my bed. “Even worse, something called pig ears—”
“Pork rinds,” Silas corrects.
“Regardless, you have your choice of any part of the animal.” He holds up… snacks. A Warlock is hand-delivering me junk food.”
― Ellen Pauley Goff, The Farewitch of Foxe Holler

“Nothing. Say nothing. Over and over and over again. Do it.”

She bristled, the scent of fear replaced by a sharp spice, like fresh, pungent mint from a garden. She was annoyed now.

"Say it,” he commanded, needing to feel more of what she did to him.

"Fine. Nothing. Nothing.” Abruptly she laughed, and the sound shot right through to his spine, burning him. “Nothing, nothing. No-thing. No-thing. Noooooothing. There, is that good enough for you?”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal