Quotes from Holly Black

Of course I want to be like them. They're beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. And Cardan is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

The first thing I noticed about her was that she had a smear of blue ink on her nose,' Vivi said. 'The second thing I noticed were her eyes, the colour of darkest amber. When she spoke, I was afraid she was talking to someone else.

If he could not get the High King's attention for something good, then perhaps he could get it for something really, really bad.

I see Taryn across the room, Locke beside her. Her eyes widen, taking in whom I am standing with. Something passes over her face, and it looks a lot like resentment. She has Locke, but I am here with a prince.

I don't know what I want.' The words come out a whisper, too true by half. 'Destruction and ruin,' she says with a clack of her tongue. 'I can practically smell it on you.

I am kind of in control and out of control at the same time.

And so was Prince Cardan's reputation made. He had little to do but further it.

Choose a future... But no one chooses a future. You choose a path without being certain where it leads.

No, I won't help you. No I won't hear you explain why I should. It really is a magical word: no. You say whatever bullshit you want, and I just say no.

What if he went and sniffed the flower first? Then he would be the wolf. Then he would have no reason to be afraid. And if he started turning, he could tell them to run and get off the island before he finished transforming. He would know what was happening. He would be experiencing nature.

El poder es mucho más fácil de adquirir que de mantener.

What do you think he did to me to deserve to die?' I ask. He stokes the fire. Sparks fly up. 'I assumed he broke your heart. An eye for an eye, a heart for a heart.

You must be particularly kind to people. Other kids can act like monsters, but not you.

I wrench my mouth free and scream, but screams in Faerie are like bird-song, too common to attract much attention.

Fear made her sink her fingers into her bedsheets, as though she could hang on to her life before this moment if she just gripped hard enough.

She turned to me, head tilted, her expression pure confusion. As though I had no reason to be afraid of a broken heart. She had no idea how dangerous a broken heart could be.

I can smell spiced wine in the air, but not yet the other perfume of tournaments- fresh blood.

Have you never dreamed of someone coming to you and telling you that you were no mortal child, but one made of magic? Have you never dreamed about being taken from your pathetic little life to one of vast greatness?

I don't want to be a creature, shaped by their hands and quickened with their blood. Something made like a doll, from snow and sticks. An assemblage of parts, stranger even than the sluagh.

You really hate me, don't you?" he asks, his smile growing. "Almost as much as you hate me

I reach out my hand to the fire. Since I was formed of snow, I wonder if I will melt. I hold my fingers close enough to burn, but all that happens when I snatch them back is that the tips are reddened and they sting.

It's you I love," he says. "I've 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.

He said that all the story had gone out of me.

Plunge a heated sword in oil, and any small flaw will turn in to a crack. But quenched in blood as you were, none of you broke. You were only hardened.