Quotes from Holly Black

A ti no te limita ningún juramento. Si te arrepientes de tu jugada, haz otra. Aún quedan muchas partidas que jugar».

I wonder what the kid I was then would think of the people we are now.

The mortals no longer want you.' Wren shook her head, because that couldn't be true. Her mother and father loved her. Her mother cut the crusts off her sandwiches and kissed her on the tip of her nose to make her giggle. Her father cuddled up with her to watch movies and then carried her to bed when she fell asleep on the couch. She knew they loved her. And yet the certainty with which Lord Jarel spoke plucked at her terror

I knew little else, but I always knew you

I'm so tired. So tired. Of being powerless.

Me han hechizado y llevado a rastras a una fiesta, llorando y sola. Bajo mi punto de vista, la única diferencia entre esta noche y todas las demás en las que tuve que soportar humillaciones sin protestar es que aquellas te beneficiaron a ti. En cambio, al soportar esto, ahora la que sale ganando soy yo.

I have been Madoc's protégé and Dain's creature. I don't know how to win any other way but theirs. It is no recipe for being a hero, but it is a recipe for success. I know how to drive a knife through my own hand. I know how to hate and be hated. And I know how to win the day, provided I am willing to sacrifice everything good in me for it.

A hob played a lute strung with another reveler's hair.

Storms are less fickle than they are, the seas less capricious

Power is infectious. Power is greedy.

If I couldn't be better than my enemies, then I would become worse. Much, much worse.

Our lives are the only real thing we have, our only coin. We get to buy what we want with them

You may know the Grace kids well, but there is still much tale to tell...

It is not long before we come to the royal rose garden. The guards stop at the gate, letting us go on alone. As we make our way down a path of shimmering quartz steps, everything is hushed. The wind carries floral scents through the air, a wild perfume that doesn't exist outside of Faerie and reminds me all at once of home and menace.

A shiver goes through his body, and his hand goes to my waist, but instead of pushing me away, he pulls me into the bed with him, rolling my body across him onto the heavily embroidered coverlets.

They're never going to respect me if I don't fight back,'' I tell her. She sights. ''They're never going to respect you, period.

He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only crashing destruction ahead.

Changing is what people do when they have no options left

Wren was discovered in the flashing lights of a patrol car two years later, walking along the side of a highway. The soles of her shoes were as worn as if she'd danced through them, her clothing was stiff with sea salt, and scars marred the skin of her wrists and cheeks.

Goblins and grigs, pixies and elves all cavort in endless intertwined circle dances. Honey wine flows freely from horns, and tables are stacked with ripe cherries, gooseberries, pomegranates, and plums.

Perhaps I am foolish, but I am no fool. You like something about me," he says, mischief lighting his face, making its planes more familiar.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence. "Maybe you should shoot me after all," he says, covering his face with one long-fingered hand.

Fight your fight," Let someone else worry about theirs." -Grima Mog

I remember his definition of magic vividly: "the Science and Art of causing Change to occur in conformity with will.