Quotes from Holly Black

Maybe it helps that her feet resemble human ones. Although, to be fair, they are turned backward.

I was never going to be happy with you," Mom told him. "Your world isn't for people like me." The tall man regarded her for a long moment. "You made vows," he said finally. She lifted her chin. "And then I renounced them.

I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He tilts my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone. I pull out of his grip, but not before I see his expression. He looks as he did when he was forced to answer my questions, when he admitted his desire for me. He looks as though he's confessing.

When I am scared, I can't forget that no matter how well he plays the role of father, he will always and forever also be my father's murderer.

Sabes lo que significa «mortal»? Significa «nacido para morir». Significa «aquel que merece la muerte». Eso es lo que eres, eso es lo que te define: la muerte.

Because you're like a story that hasn't happened yet. Because I want to see what you will do. I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale.

There are those among the Folk so hideous that all living things shrink back in horror. And yet others have a grotesquerie so exaggerated, so voluptuous, that it comes all the way around to beauty

When I'm with him, I feel like the hero of a story. Of my story. It's when he's not there that things don't feel right.

Having a heart is terrible, but you still need one anyway.

For you I am forever undone

Porque eres como una historia que aún no ha sucedido. Porque quiero comprobar qué harás. Quiero participar en el desarrollo de la narración.

He smiles down at me, as if the reason I'm on my knees is because I am curtsying. I want to wipe that smile off his face, but maybe I can't. Maybe he'll go on smiling that way to his grave. 'Can't we stay out here?' Cardan asks me. 'There's wine out here.

You will never know what the prince is thinking behind his smiles,' Hyacinthe says. 'You are a coin to be spent, and he is a royal, used to throwing around gold.

His raven's-wing hair falls over one eye. 'So, are we at war?' For a moment, I think he is talking about us. 'No,' I say. 'At least not until the next full moon.' 'You can't fight the sea,' Locke says philosophically. Cardan gives a little laugh. 'You can fight anything. Winning, though, that's something else again.

Anticipation whispers through the trees, like an indrawn breath. Urging me on.

After all, if the insult to me is pointing out that I am mortal, then this is my riposte: I live here, too, and I know the rules. Perhaps I even know them better than you since you were born into them, but I had to learn. Perhaps I know them better than you because you have greater leeway to break them.

be the stone wall of an abandoned folly.

From behind a tree, Vivi steps into view. Beside her is Taryn, wearing Nightfell on her hip. And with them, another person, who turns out not to be Heather at all. Grima Mog, sword drawn, sits astride a ragwort pony

She knew she should run. She'd beaten him and if she stayed any longer, he would surely put a curse on her. But she didn't move.

But now you've explained it," he says. "And you do love me." "I love you," I confirm. "Because I am clever and funny," he says, smiling. "You didn't mention my handsomeness." "Or your deliciousness," I say. "Although those are both good qualities.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one sprite tumbling into a flower and emerging heavily dusted with carrot-coloured pollen. The other held up its glaive, victorious.

Death's favorite's don't die.

All human beings should try and learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why. —JAMES THURBER

Maybe I believe that it's time for Elfhame to be ruled by a queen.