Quotes from Holly Black

And as the whiskey sang through her blood and sweat slicked her skin, a dangerously familiar recklessness filled her.

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn't always being weak.

Think of it: I exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world. Until and unless she is pardoned by the crown." He pauses. "Pardoned by the crown. Meaning by the King of Faerie. Or its queen. You could have returned anytime you wanted.

soul." "There cannot be," said Ravan. "A person cannot be Devoured by their own soul. It would be like being murdered by life.

All power is cursed. The most terrible among us will do anything to get it, and those who'd wield power best don't want it thrust upon them.

Since I cannot imagine there is much in the human lands to interest you, I can only suppose your continued absence in Elfhame is due to me. I urge you. Come be angry at a nearer distance.

And yet it had happened. A window had been left open to the night, and a vampire had crawled through.

He cuts his gaze toward his unpredictable mortal High Queen, whose wild brown hair is blowing around her face, whose amber eyes are alight when she looks at him. They are two people who ought to have, by all rights, remained enemies forever. He can't believe his good fortune, can't trace the path that got him here.

Boys change," she told him. "And so do stories.

Have you ridden before?' he asks me, and I return him the look he deserves. ... 'No? And yet you would look so well with your hair whipping behind you.' Oak says. 'Wild as the Folk of old.

Lulled by his conversation, I let myself believe I had fooled him at the very moment he was fooling me. He was as deceptive as the rest of his family. More, maybe. He never let down his guard with me, not once. Too late, I understand what's terrifying about his charm. He seems entirely open when he is unknowable. Every smile is painted on, a mask.

She is my wife," Cardan says, his voice carrying over the crowd. "The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile.

Don't lecture me," Vivi returns.

We all have things inside ourselves we can't kill,' I say, not sure which part of me would be better off dead: this monster self, or the normal one who wants nothing more than a little place on a little planet with his friends, the one who will have to live with being a killer.

Isn't that sweet?' Hyacinthe says, the first words I've heard him speak. 'Riding your sister's horse into battle. Have you anything of your own, prince? Or just girls' castoffs and scraps?

Come with me beneath the waves,' she calls to him. 'Drown with me in delight.' He laughs a little shakily. 'A compelling offer, but I must see my quest to its conclusion.

Only idiots aren't scared of things that are scary

Why am i the way i am?" His tone makes it clear he's proposing something i might suggest he ask, not really wondering about it. "There are no real answers,Jude.Why was i cruel to Folk? Why was i awful to you? Because I could be. Because I like it. Because, fot a moment, when i was at my worst, i felt powerful, and most of the time, i felt powerless, despite being a prince and the son of the High King of Faerie.

We're enemies, no matter how many jokes he tells or how friendly he seems. Charmers are charming, but that's all they are.

I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

So you're saying that while my father and I were asleep, you found the reliquary—all by yourself—and then single-handedly subdued Lady Nore?" He laughs. "You might have woken me. I could have done something, surely. Applauded at the right moments? Held your bag?" I am flattered into a small smile. "So," he asks, "what orders ought I to give the guards, now that you're in charge?

Since you're mortal, Jude, I cannot hold you to your promises. But you can hold me to mine: I guarantee you safe passage. Come back to Elfhame with me, and I will give you the means to end your exile.' 'The means to end it?' I ask. If he thinks I don't know better than to agree to that, he's forgotten everything worth knowing about me. 'Come back to Elfhame, tell me what you would tell me, and your exile will end,' he says. 'I promise.

I don't want to be a vampire, she told herself over and over again. But in her dreams, she kind of did.

If i pretend not to be scared, I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.