Quotes from Holly Black

Taryn takes a breath, as if steeling herself. "He's dead because I killed him.

I lost your cloak,' I croak up at him, my voice coming out all breath. He peers down at me. 'You're a liar,' he says, eyes glittering with fury. 'A dirty, mortal liar.' I close my eyes again against the harshness of his words.

The High King makes a nonchalant gesture. 'Jude likes to suppose the worst of both her enemies and her allies. Her reward is occasionally being wrong about us.' 'Hard to remember an occasion of that,' I say to him under my breath. He lifts a single brow.

Braziers blaze, and the sky is thick with sea spray and incense. The ground beneath us is moon-blooming phlox.

Como estrellas fugases. Hermosos, brillantes, pero efímeros.

What a freeing thought it was to no longer believe I had to deserve something in order to get it.

No matter how much he disliked me when we were in school, that was a guttering candle to the steady flame of his hatred now. HIs mouth curls in to a smile. His eyes shine with wicked intent. 'Look at them all, your subjects. A shame not a one knows who their true ruler is.

The lady or the tiger? My lady, the tiger.

I am in a gown of deep forest green with crow feathers covering the shoulders and sleeves, while Cardan wears a doublet ornamented with bright beetle wings.

Búrlate de mí cuanto quieras. Da igual con qué fantaseara en aquel entonces, ahora soy yo el que suplicaría de rodillas para recibir una palabra bonita de tus labios. —Sus ojos negros están cargados de deseo—. Eres mi condena eterna." Cardan a Jude

But we all want stupid things. That doesn't mean we should have them.

You must be strong enough to strike and strike and strike again without tiring. The first lesson is to make yourself that strong. It will hurt. Pain makes you strong.

I exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world. Until and unless she is pardoned by the crown, let her not step one foot in Faerie or forfeit her life.

Fear is not love, but it can appear much the same. So too, power.

His gift is to take a compliment and turn it in to an insult, a jab that hurts more for the temptation to take it at face value.

Fear is terrible, but the combination of hope and fear is worse.

It would be safer if I hated him. Since I cannot, perhaps it is good that he now hates me.

Oak's hooves clatter against the floor, and then he's on his knees in front of me, all golden hair and fox eyes and worry. 'Wren,' he breathes, reaching through the iron bars, even though they singe his wrists. His fingers run through my hair.

I look pretty. The kind of pretty that allows monsters to deceive people into forests, into dances where they will find their doom.

You are mortal. You will not last long.' ... 'That's what mortal means,' I say with a sigh that I don't have to fake. 'We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.

Just when you think you've sunk as far as it's possible to sink, there's always a lower place. There's always something worse to be scared about.

Kiss me until I am sick of it, he said, and now he has most certainly gorged on my kisses. Now he is most certainly sick of them.

You ought not to be here tonight, little ant,' he says, letting go of me. 'Go back to the palace.

Here's why I don't like these stories: They highlight that I am vulnerable. No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all.