Quotes from Holly Black

Charlie's sister had spent the last few years bingeing Reddit threads, watching videos, and chatting with other gloamist hopefuls until dawn. But lately things had gotten worse. Posey had started staying up for days at a stretch and not leaving the house for weeks. Despair seemed to be chasing her heels as her shadow refused to quicken. She'd gone so deep down the rabbit hole that Charlie worried it had become an oubliette.

Valerian and Locke look strange; their clothing moth-eaten, their skin pallid, and only inky smudges where their eyes ought to be. Nicasia doesn't seem to notice. Her sea-coloured hair hangs down her back in heavy coils; her lips are twisted in to a mocking smiles, as though nothing in the world is wrong. Cardan wears a bloodstained crown, tilted at an angle, the sharp planes of his face as hauntingly beautiful as ever.

Where should I tell your father he can find you, should he ask?' ... 'Tell him that I am busy using the woods for a chamber pot.

Cardan looks at me with helpless rage... The fury in his eyes is familiar, the glitter of them like banked fire, like coals burning hotter than flames ever could. This time I deserve it. I promised he was going to be able to walk away from the Court and all its manipulations. I promised he would be free from all this. I lied.

I do not know what I would do to my unfamily if they pushed me away again. I am no safe thing now. A child no more, but a fully grown monster, like the ones that came for me.

Mátalo. Mátalo antes de que consiga que lo ames.

With no good ideas, she was going to go for the bad one.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight? No. Tell me I cannot.

As I gaze at him now, stretched out on my bed, I feel more off balance than ever.

And I decided to play the hero. See how it felt. To try." "And?" she asks. "I didn't like it," he admits. "Henceforth, I think we should consider our roles as monarchs to be largely decorative. It would be better for the low Courts and the solitary Folk to work things out on their own." "I think you have iron poisoning," she tells him, which could possibly be true but is still a hurtful thing to say when he is making perfect sense.

She'd had a bad day in a bad month in a worse year and was exhausted by the idea of getting hassled.

Faerie runs on debt, on promises and obligations. Having grown up here, I understand what she's offering—a gift, a boon, instead of an apology.

The walls shimmer with mica, and the ceiling is all branches and green vines. In the antechamber, the shell of an enormous snail glows, a lamp the size of a small table.

We trade kisses in the darkness, blurred by exhaustion.

There was no assassin. It was a romantic misunderstanding.' Her eyebrows go up. 'The High King is very bad at romance,' I say.

Si tú eres la enfermedad, supongo que no puedes ser la cura al mismo tiempo.

The seeds of Prince Cardan's resentment came full bloom. What was the point of her trying so hard? Why would she work like that when it would never win her anything? ... He had never tried like that for anything in his life. Jude, Cardan though, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

I promised he would be free from all this. I lied.

The curse is broken. The king is returned.

Oak liking me is as silly as the sun liking a storm, but that doesn't stop my desire for it. Me, with my sharp teeth and chilly skin. It's absurd. It's grotesque.

I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules," I say. "But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am going to be something else." "Only idiots aren't scared of things that are scary," Taryn says, which is undoubtedly true, but still fails to dissuade me.

Normal people," they'd say with a shudder. "Normal people think they're happy, but that because they're too dumb to know any different. Better to be miserable and interesting, right, kiddo?

I am surprised when he turns to me, eyes blazing. It feels as though the room is empty but for us. He lifts his glass anew, mouth curving in to a mockery of a smile. 'And to Jude, who gave me a gift tonight. One that I plan to repay in kind.' I try not to visibly flinch as glasses lift around me.

For me, who has been so much alone, it feels like drowning in a deluge of sights and sounds and smells.