Quotes from Holly Black

All of Faerie is beautiful like this, with carnage hidden just beneath.

She came out of sleep like a thunderclap—waking from dreams so deep and dark that she couldn't remember anything but dirt and hands pulling her down into graves with cities inside them.

I hate you," I breathe into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.¨ And with that, he kisses me on the mouth. I feel a cacophony of things at once. Page 284

I'm Lila, and yes, he's crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he's obviously gotten crazier over time.

I have heard for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear

I hate that you can do what you're supposed to do and I can't. I hate that you're going to leave me behind. I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like dying . It feels like each one of you is being possessed and I'm next.

She sits up. I can't read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. "I didn't think you were going to be here." "I live here.

There is something of yours that i would like to return to you . . . He leaned across the distance between them and caught her mouth with his own.

Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.

You really dug your own grave," he mutters. "And I'm going to bury you in it." "Say that louder," I tell him, under my breath. "I dare you.

He gave her a smile that wasn't really a smile at all. "Eh, it wouldn't be so bad. I wouldn't have to study for the SATs or get a summer job or figure out my major. I can drink Elderflower wine all day, dance all through the night, and sleep on a bower of roses." Hazel made a face. "I'm pretty sure there are some colleges where you can do that. I bet there are some colleges where you can major in that.

That was how she felt, right then. As if there was too much of her, as if her skin was tight with muchness. She felt ripe to bursting.

Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.

She went to all the parties and kissed all the boys, shoring up fun against despair, against the suffocating terror that loomed over her.

Sometimes I go down and stare at it, trying to see my parents in the tide lines of dried blood. I want to feel something, something besides a vague queasiness. I want to feel more, but every time I look at it, I feel less.

Remember, all you really get to control is yourself.

A small smile turns up a corner of my mouth. I feel the sharpness of my teeth and roll my tongue over them. For the first time, I like the feeling.

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

But how did she make you agree?" I demand. "She has no power. She could pretend to be me, but she couldn't force you-" He puts his hand in his long-fingered hands. "She didn't have to command me, Jude. She didn't have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you.

His wax-white skin was cool to the touch when she brushed his neck to find the knot of cloth. She'd never been this close to a vampire,never realized what it would be like to be so near to someone who didn't breathe, who could be as still as any statue. His chest neither rose not fell. Her hands shook.

In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.

I roll my eyes, and he gives me a quick grin. And my heart hurts a little because we are all together and safe, and it wasn't something I'd known how to want. And Cardan looks a little shy in the face of all this happiness

Did you know that bone china had real bones in it?" Poppy said, tapping a porcelain cheek. "Her clay was made from human bones. Little-girl bones. That hair threaded through the scalp is the little girl's hair. And the body of the doll is filled with her leftover ashes.