Quotes from Holly Black

They say faeries weep at weddings and laugh at funerals, but I thought your wedding and funeral were equally funny.

The revel will go on, I realize. Everything will go on. But I am not sure that I can.

Fire wants to burn, Call thought to himself. Water wants to flow. Air wants to rise. Earth wants to bind. Chaos wants to devour. Call wants to live.

I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. 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. I promise you this"—I throw his own words back at him—"this is the least of what I can do.

We know about your brother. He called and told us himself. Said to imagine Faerieland like an exclusive boarding school in Switzerland. I told him it was more like an exclusive boarding school in hell.

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. Even if by some miracle, I could be better than them, I will never be one of them.

Come home. Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must. Just come home.

Jude here made me her prisoner," he says, and I have to fight down the urge to step heavily on his foot. "She ties very tight knots.

I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Destruction and ruin," she says with a clack of her tongue. "I can practically smell it on you.

He hates you, even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you all the more for it.

Bésame de nuevo. Bésame hasta que esté harto de ello.

Only to see Oak, the heir to Elfhame, standing in a clearing. All my memories of him were of a merry young boy. But he'd become tall and rawboned, in the manner of children who have grown suddenly and too fast. When he moved, it was with coltish uncertainty, as though not used to his body. He would be thirteen. And he had no reason to be in my woods.

Rays of sunlight strike the snow, melting an ice layer that freezes and re-forms every day. As I take a step, I feel the sheet break, a craquelure spreading from my feet.

I hated you," Jude reassures him, bringing her mouth to his.

I gobble the food down, trying to imagine that I am sitting at the table with them. Trying to imagine myself as their daughter again, and not what's left of her. A cuckoo trying to fit back into the egg.

loved him and he's dead and gone and bones. I loved him and they took him away from me. Where is he? Where is he? Dead and gone and

Cardan doesn't add that he laughs when he is nervous.

I am trembling. I bite the inside of my cheek to ground myself in pain that I cause. This feels entirely too familiar, to wait for punishment from a capricious ruler.

You're coming with me.

Dime otra vez lo que dijiste en la fiesta- dice. -¿Qué?- Apenas puedo pensar. -Que me odias, -dice con voz ronca- dime que me odias.

If anyone can get me through tonight, it's him. He's good at putting those around him at ease, even when they ought to know better. Unfortunately, what I am good at is getting under people's skin. But at least I am also good at lying.

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.

It was terrifying," he says, "watching you fall. I mean, you're generally terrifying, but I am not used to fearing for you. And then I was furious. I am not sure I have ever been that angry before." ~Cardan