Quotes from Holly Black

Her skin is the bluish color of skim milk

Even if you are completely delusional, we still have to work out your delusion, right? An imaginary problem needs an imaginary solution.

What's wrong with Oak? He stomped in here and slammed his door. Is he going to be this dramatic when he's a teenager?' 'He doesn't want to be High King,' I tell her. 'Oh. That.' Vivi glances toward his bedroom. 'I thought it was something important.

He reaches toward me, as though he's going to run his fingers over the bruises. I bring up the crossbow, and he thinks better of it.

I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone. page 148

Faeries despise humans as liars, but there are different kinds of lying.

Las tormentas son menos volubles de lo que son, los mares menos caprichosos.

I hereafter exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world until such time as she is pardoned by the crown. Until then, let her not step one foot in Faerie or forfeit her life.

We are children of tragedy page 162

He picked up her purse from where it rested beside her and shook it gently. "In case you were concerned. All just as you left it." She nodded. "Thanks. Although I guess whether I'll ever get to use that marker is pretty up in the air right now." "You should have let me eat her in that parking lot," Gavriel said, raising his eyebrows.

People remember the Enemy of Death," said Alma. "But they forget the man who made him who he was.

Let's talk about your behavior tonight," says Madoc, leaning forward. "Let's talk about your behavior tonight," I return

She's clearly shocked by my behavior. She should be. My behavior is shocking.

I am the Queen of Elfhame. Even though I am the queen in exile, I am still the queen. And that means Madoc isn't just trying to take Cardan's throne. He's trying to take mine.

I said I was thinking about you the whole time. - Lila

It will not end well,' Madoc says. 'But I will not stand in front of your happiness. I will not even stand in front of misery that you choose for yourself.

Las cosas buenas no ocurren en los libros de cuentos. O cuando lo hacen, algo malo siempre pasa después, porque de lo contrario, la historia seria aburrida, y nadie lo leería

Who would desire to be human? Human hearts break. Human bones shatter. Human skin can tear.

I was afraid of magic from the first moment that Lady Nore and Lord Jarel stepped into my bedroom in the mortal world. And I couldn't stop being afraid of myself. Afraid of the monster I saw when I glimpsed my reflection in still pools, in windows. But all I am is magic. Unmagic. I am not nothing. I am what is beyond nothing. Annihilation. I am the unraveler. I can pull apart magic with a thought.

You ran away,' he said. 'I want to run away.' I shifted into a more comfortable position. It wasn't that I'd run. I hadn't had anywhere else but here to go. My fingers plucked at a piece of grass. He had everything, didn't he? 'Why?' I asked again. 'Because I am tired of people trying to assassinate me.

But for one final night, he's the father I remember best, the one in whose shadow I have- for better or worse- become what I am.

You're unwinding yourself like a spool. What happens when there's no more thread?" "Then I spin more

Taryn glowers, putting her chin up. 'I didn't want to fight.' 'Then you ought not to do so in the future,' Madoc says. 'There's no point in fighting if you're not intending to win.

Let me tell you something about unicorns—they're faeries and faeries aren't to be trusted.