Poison Princess Quotes

“Hey, you've still got your endangered hymen. Which means you'll make it to closing credits - I'm s.o.l.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“Remember my titles? I don't get poisoned, I do the poisoning. I'm the Princess of it”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“Damn, cher, you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like." He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. "You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“I woan let you go back to that boy--not until you give me one bec doux." A sweet kiss. Then he reached forward, unlacing the ribbon from my hair.

"What are you doing?" I murmured.

"Souvenir." He put it in his pocket, and for some reason that struck me as the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“I GOT BOURBON-FACED ON SHIT STREET!”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“I doubt she'll welcome you if I tell her you undressed me."

"Maybe she'll only partially welcome me."

Smart-ass.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“Jackson asked, "Where'd the water come from in your house?"

"A pipe." Then he explained to Jackson, "Water travels in pipes.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“Jackson snorted. And Selena play-slapped his chest, like he was her mischievous boyfriend.

At that, the inital mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“And all he wants is to throw a rager in your sugar mill?" Then she frowned. "Wow. That sounded raunchy.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“When Matthew merely stared at him, Jackson reached into the weapon box and pulled out a sheathed machete, handing it to the boy.

Matthew laughed and dropped it.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“Goody Two-shoes Evie Greene got herself pickled, for true. If I'd known you were such a juvenile delinquent, I might've asked for a new history podna."

"Juvenile delinquent? Hmm. Aren't your initials J.D.? If the shoe fits...”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“Mel exhaled. "Why are you forcing me into the voice-of-reason role? You know that never works out for us.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

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

“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.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“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.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“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.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“This troubled girl is a frail in mind as she is in body. She’s mine. Heaven-sent. I know I can take the merest spark of madness and make insanity flare to life.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“…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.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“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.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess

“I glimpsed Death’s face for the first time.
Surprise rocked me. Death was the most beautiful boy I had ever imagined.
Looking to be no more than twenty years old, he was tall and broad-shouldered with a breathtaking face. I imagined some might describe his features as noble. His eyes glittered like…stars.”
― Kresley Cole, Poison Princess