Quotes from Holly Black

En los cuentos no pasan cosas buenas —replica Taryn—. Y si pasan, es porque después va a ocurrir algo malo. De lo contrario, el cuento sería un rollo y nadie querría leerlo.

My advice," says Val Moren, "is tgat you learn to juggle better than I did, seneschal.

Mortal lives are one long game of make-believe.

It's you I love," he says. "I spent much of my life guarding my heart. 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.

I pass trays of spun-sugar animals, little acorn cups filled with wine, enormous sculptures of horn, and a stall where a bent-backed woman takes a brush and draws charms on the soles of shoes. It takes some wandering, but I finally find a collection of sculpted leather masks. They are pinned to a wall and cunningly shaped like the faces of strange animals or laughing goblins or boorish mortals, painted gold and green and every other colour imaginable.

I think they suspected my chief qualification for the position was my ability to lie for him.

But she did run. She was almost around the corner when his blade struck her in the back. She crumpled to the linoleum, falling arms knocking magnets off the fridge.

Why are you looking at Jude like that?' I asked. 'I can't help it,' he said, never taking his gaze from you. 'I'm drawn to trouble.

Jamás es igual que para siempre»

I will have to do something about Locke eventually, but not tonight.

The more horrible the story, the more it is cherished. Faeries may not be able to lie, but stories grow here as they do anywhere, fed on ambition and envy and desire.

If he thought I was bad, I would be worse.

I always supposed I would be delicious,' I hear him say.

No," Vivi told him in her somber little voice. "I'm never going anywhere with you." "I'm your father," he told her, his voice harsh, rising like the crack of a lash. "You are my heir and my blood, and you will obey me in this as in all things.

I hate the way I cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his back, my thoughts splintering, and the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

Okay. Do you ever feel so angry that you think you could devour the whole world and still not be satisfied? Like you don't know how to stop feeling that way and it scares you, but that just makes you angry too?

my will was an inconvenience to be cleared away like a cobweb.

He made me into a story, and now I am going to make a story out of someone else

Have you come to throw yourself on the mercy of the crown? Perhaps you hope the Queen of Elfhame will show leniency.' Madoc barks out a laugh, his gaze going to me. 'Daughter, every time I think you cannot rise any higher, you prove me wrong,' he says. 'And I a fool to wonder if you were even still alive.' 'I am alive,' I say. 'No thanks to you.

Mom didn't move. Mom and Dad were dead. They were never going to move again.

It's ridiculous the way everyone acts like killing a king is going to make someone better at being one," Vivi says. "Imagine if, in the mortal world, a lawyer passed the bar by killing another lawyer.

Carapaces focused on their own shadows, using them to soar through the air on shadow wings or armor themselves. Puppeteers sent their shadows to do things in secret—in Charlie's experience, largely the kind of foul shit no one wanted to talk about. And the masks weren't much better, a bunch of creeps and mystics intent on unraveling the secrets of the universe, no matter who it hurt.

Acaricio el gatillo con el dedo. Me siento serena, gloriosamente serena. Anteponer el miedo a la ambición, a la familia o al amor es una muestra de debilidad, pero es una sensación agradable. Te hace sentir poderoso.

Love doesn't grow well, fed on pain.