Quotes from Holly Black

To family and faerie land and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming new schemes, I could toast on that

Leave,' Cardan tells Locke. 'I didn't summon her here for your pleasure.' 'You are most ungenerous. If you truly cared for me, you would have,' Locke says as he hops down from the dais. 'Take Taryn home,' I call after him. If it wasn't for her, I would punch him right in the face.

A menudo me he preguntado si mi pasado es la razón por la que soy como soy, si eso me ha convertido en un monstruo.

Cardan is wearing a high jewelled collar of jet on a stiff black doublet. Over the top of his pointed ears are knifelike caps of gold, matching the gold along his cheekbones. His expression is remote.

Father, I am what you made me. I've become your daughter after all.

may be cruel, a monster, and a murderer, but I do not shirk my responsibilities.

There are hobs born with lined faces like tiny, hairless cats and smooth-limbed nixies whose true age shows only in their ancient eyes.

Te arrepentirás de esto». No lo digo en voz alta, pero miro a Cardan y pienso esas palabras con tanta fuerza que es casi como si estuviera gritando.

He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he's never seen me before or as though he thought he'd never see me again.

Mother Marrow gestures to the soup, and I, who can afford no more enemies, bring it to my lips. It tastes of a memory I cannot quite place, warm afternoons and splashing in pools and kicking plastic toys across the brown grass of summer lawns. Tears spring to my eyes. I want to spill it out in to the dirt. I want to drink it down to the dregs.

Cardan puts up a hand. 'No, no, enough. It's all too tedious to explain. I declare this meeting at an end.' His fingers make a flicking gesture towards the door. 'Leave us. I tire of the lot of you.' I have a long way to go before I can manage that level of shameless arrogance.

tonight let us remember our triumph, our trickery, and our delight in one another.

I want to tell you so many lies/

He likes you this way, I think,' Cardan says. 'Flush-cheeked and furious.' 'I don't care what he likes,' I spit out. 'You seem to not care quite a lot.' His voice is dry, and when I look at him, I cannot read his face.

This is epic, epic bullshit.

The servants are overfond of telling me how fortunate I am, a bastard daughter of a faithless wife, a human without a drop of faerie blood, to be treated like a trueborn child of Faerie.

Never? Never is like forever—too big for mortals to comprehend.

If it's nice, perhaps the smith will make you a cup that never runs out of wine." Carden gives me a look up through his lashes that I find hard to interpret and rises, too. He takes my hand. "Nothing is sweeter," he says, kissing the back of it, "but that which is scarce.

Mortals are fragile," I say. "Not you," he says in a way that sounds a little like a lament. "You never break.

Crees que yo planeé tu humillación? —Se ríe—. ¿Yo? Eso implicaría esforzarse.

the game of kings and princes, of queens and crowns, but to play it I must be pitiless.

if you're the sickness, i suppose you can't also be the cure

I sit on the rug before the unlit grate and crack open the walnut. Out spills pale apricot muslin, frothing quantities of it. I shake the dress. It has an empire waist and wide, gathered sleeves that start just above the elbow so that my shoulders are bare. It hangs down to the floor in more gathered pleats.

His hair dark as the sloes of a blackthorn, tumbled around his cheeks.