Quotes from Holly Black

she could be more humiliated, it turned out that no matter how far you fall, there's always a lower place.

Quests are supposed to change us.

The more exhausted I let myself get, the more I'll slip up. Human bodies betray us. They get starved and sick and run-down. I know it, and yet, there is always so much more to do.

This is what you wanted, isn't it? he asks. What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.

if you live your life always afraid, always with danger on your heels, it is not so difficult to pretend away more danger. I know that, but I didn't think, of all people, Cardan would, too.

He just looked like a pretty boy, tall and lanky. She thought again of the crumpled paper in her purse and of him, caged beneath a cemetery. How long had he been there? How long had he looked just as he did now? A hundred years? Two hundred? Could he even remember the press of time? Maybe having stepped outside of it would drive anybody crazy.

The whole place looks straight out of a fairy tale, the kind where love is a simple thing. never the cause of pain.

But if you don't want to go with them, you're going to have to lash yourself to the bed like sailors who lashed themselves to masts to avoid jumping into the sea with Sirens.

I wonder if there's a limit to what I will let them do, if there is something that would make me fight back, even if it dooms me. If there is, that makes me a fool. But maybe if there isn't, that makes me a monster.

cutting deeper than she had thought words could.

Then Ivan and Marya Morevna built a pyre and burned Koschei until he was ash. And then they lived happily, visiting each of Ivan's sisters and their bird-husbands, all of whom declared that Ivan did the right thing to risk so much for a woman as beautiful and fierce as Marya Morevna." "If she was so fierce, how come she didn't just save herself?" Tana asked.

They have a friend—" Tana began. "I have a friend, too," said Gavriel. "And I mean to kill him.

The ferns are silvery in the moonlight, the woods full of shifting shadows.

CALL REMOVED A small circle of oily pepperoni from his slice of pizza and slid his hand under the table. Immediately, he felt a wash of Havoc's wet tongue as the Chaos-ridden wolf inhaled the food.

The Bomb elbows me in the side. "We came up with your code name," she mouths. I hadn't even seen her come in past the locked doors. "What?" I feel as tired as I ever felt, and yet, for seven years, I will not be able to truly rest. I expect her to say The Liar. She gives me a tricksy grin, full of secrets. "What else? The Queen.

Do you know why Celia and I broke up?... I said I was going to visit you in prison, and she said I couldn't. She said if you were the Enemy of Death, you were a murderer. She said I had to choose between you and her. - Jasper

At seventeen, he has grown tall, towering over me, lithe and finely muscled. His hair catches the moonlight, warm gold threaded with platinum, bangs parting around small goat horns, eyes of shocking amber, and a constellation of freckles across his nose. He has a trickster's mouth and the swagger of someone used to people doing what he wanted.

My lady, the tiger

Locke craves dramatic experiences. And as Master of Revels, he can create these- I don't even know what to call them- stories. He doesn't so much think of a party as food and drinks and music, but rather a dynamic that might create conflict.

Midnight rolled her eyes, as though Aidan was being ridiculous. "I bet you were a good girl back home," she said to Tana. "A good girl all your life until you finally met the trouble you want to get in." "You obviously don't know her at all," Aidan told Midnight gruffly. Then he turned back to Tana. "Did he bite you?

I am hungry. I realize, but I feel too sick to eat. Is this what it is to be brokenhearted? I am not sure it is Locke I am sick over, so much as the world the way it was before the coronation began. But if I could undo the passing of the days, why not unwind them to before I killed Valerian, why not unwind them until my parents are alive, why not unwind them all the way to the beginning?

She shook her head. The more she thought about it, the more stupid she felt. She was probably infected, but that didn't mean she should have tempted him into making it a sure thing. And, hungry as he was, crazy as he might be, he could have drained her dead, pinned her against the brick wall, and ripped out her throat. She'd been playing with fire, just as he'd accused Midnight of doing. Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

No fire at all.

The problem with coming through something terrible and big is that afterward, you're left feeling all the feelings that you shoved down and pushed away. For many long days, I have been terrified, and now, when I ought to be feeling great, what I want to do is hide under a table in the brugh with Cardan until I can finally convince myself he's all right. And maybe make out with his face, if he's feeling up to that.