Quotes from Holly Black

Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.

Cardan tucks my arm firmly through his before striding into the entryway, and I feel a rush of warmth as I match his step. I can't afford to be less than ruthlessly honest with myself. Against my better judgment, despite the fact that he is terrible, Cardan is also fun. Maybe I should be glad of how little it will matter.

She wished it was an unfamiliar feeling, that ache, the urge that made her hit the gas when she ought to hit the brake.

Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other's arms.

There's nothing like a gunshot to make you the life of the party.

I step out of my second life the same way I stepped out of my first, holding too few things and with great uncertainty about what will happen next.

It was terrifying," he says, "watching you fall. I mean, you're generally terrifying, but I am unused to fearing for you. And then I was furious. I am not sure I have ever been that angry before." "Mortals are fragile," I say. "Not you," he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. "You never break.

But i am going to take out her stitches, and I dont think youd want to watch that.¨ ¨Oh I dont know,¨ I say. ¨Maybe he´d like to hear me scream.¨ ¨I would,¨ Cardan says, standing. ¨And perhaps one day I will.¨ On his way out, his hand goes to my hair. A light touch, barely there, and then gone. Page 166

Be careful," Aidan called from the bed. "You don't know what he might do." "We all know what you'd do, though, don't we?

That's the spirit." Aaron hid a grin. He was already wearing his armband, just above his elbow. Somehow he managed to make it look cool. Call had tied his around his forearm and was fairly sure it looked like a bandage.

All friendships are negotiations of power.

People like Aaron act all nice until suddenly they explode and banish some annoying geezer into the void.

the light, by the light, by the light of the bloodred moon. I'll be killing you soon.

Remember what your father said about magic, boy. It'll cost you everything.

It's okay," he informs me. "Your grandfather is teaching me how to play poker." If I know Grandad, that means what he'll really be teaching Sam is how to cheat.

For a moment, Cardan just stares at me with stupid, crow-black eyes. Then one corner of his mouth curls. "Oh," he says. "You're going to regret doing that.

So much of winning is waiting. The other part, though, is taking the shot when it comes. Unleashing all that momentum.

Because I am about to be devoured by poodles," I quip. "Remember me always, my love.

Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

You don't know what you are.

They were just buying time in scrapes and tatters.

For I know that Death is a guest divine, Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine. —William Winter

That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.

Except that I have no marketable skills other than swinging around a sword and making up riddles, neither of which probably pay all that well.