Quotes from Holly Black

Can you save yourself?

In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it's head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell.

Secrets hurt the keeper more than you think.

That was the problem with monsters. Sometimes they looked just like everybody else.

Everything smelled wet and feral like it did before a thunderstorm, and she wanted to run, swift and eager, beyond the edge of what she could see.

kiss me again," He says ,drunk and foolish "kiss me until iam sick of it" "if you're the sickness , i suppose you cant also be the cure.

I don't want anyone normal. I don't want anyone safe. I want you. I have loved you from almost the first moment I saw you, wild and fierce and brave...

I just need to be able to vanquish my enemies. That's all." He looks surprised, "Do you have a lot of enemies, then?" I am sure he imagines me among the children of the Gentry, with their soft hands and velvet skirts. He thinks of little cruelties, small slights, minor snubs. "Not many," I say, thinking of the lazy, hateful look Cardan gave me by torchlight in the hedge maze. "But they're quality.

Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?' Cardan asks, leaning back in the elaborately carved chair, the warmth of his words turning the question in to something like a compliment. 'No,' I say, glad to be annoyed back in to the present. 'Tell me.' 'I cannot,' he says, then frowns.

Never is like forever, I think, and then am angry to be reminded of anything Cardan has ever said, especially now.

There are dog people and cat people.

Jude, Not even responding to my missives is ridiculous and beneath you and I hate it. Cardan

The flavor of that blood stayed with him through the long years of his service (...) by then he could no longer remember whose blood it was, only that he had grown used to the taste.

What I want is him back, him standing beside me, him laughing at all this. I would settle for even his worst self, his cruellest trickster self, if only he could be here.

To family and Faerieland and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming great schemes. I can toast to that.

You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down.

Jack looked surprised when she stumbled upon him, which was odd, because he was almost never caught off guard. As his mother once said about him, Jack could hear the thunder before the lightning bothered to strike.

After every battle, he ritually dips his hood into the blood of his enemies. I've seen the hood, kept under glass in the armory. The fabric is stiff and stained a brown so deep it's almost black, except for a few smears of green. 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.

That´s one reason I didnt want to believe you´d joined up with Madoc. The other is that i want you here by my side, as my queen. Page 163

Fight your fight," she tells me. "Let someone else worry about theirs.

My gaze cuts toward Cardan. I walk over to him, squat down, and begin to prize off his royal ring. He tries to pull his hand out og my grasp, but hes tied in such a way that he cant. I yank it off his finger. I hate how i feel around him, the irrational panic when i touch his skin. page 262

Your mother doesn't make mistakes." I hear her blow out the smoke. "Baby, I know what I'm doing.

He leans in and closes his eyes. ¨Most of all, i hate you because i think of you. Often. Its disgusting, and I cant stop.¨ I am Shocked into silence." page 307