Quotes from Holly Black

For a moment, a desire for vengeance rises in me. Once, she laughed at my humiliation. Now I could gloat before hers. This is what power feels like, pure unfettered power. It's great.

I should never have asked you to come back here.' 'Just don't leave me behind,' I say, feeling immensely vulnerable. 'That's what I want, for the game I won all those years ago.' 'I promise you,' he says. 'If it is within my power, we leave together.' I nod. 'We will find the reliquary and ruin her,' I tell him. 'And then I will never come back.

Once there was a boy with a wicked heart,' the troll woman said. 'No, that's not right,' Cardan interrupted. 'That's not how it goes. He had a wicked tongue.' 'Boys change,' she told him. 'And so do stories.

Were you a little less clever, perhaps you'd have had more success.

I watch every blow, every flinch. I have little choice. I can shut my eyes, but the sounds are just as terrible. And worst of all is Cardan's empty face, his eyes as dull as lead. Truly, he has come by his cruelty honestly in Balekin's care. He has been raised up in it, instructed in its nuances, honed through it's application. However horrible Cardan might be, I now see what he might become and am truly afraid.

That money," I ask. "Was it real?" "Oh yes," the prince confirms. "My sister would be wroth with us otherwise." "Wroth." I echo the archaic word, although I know what it means. Pissed off. "Super wroth," he says with a grin.

Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it's sated, it transmutes.

I have stood apart from the world for so long. That has made it hard for me to navigate being in it, but it has also made me an excellent observer.

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.

Come fight me again," she calls after me as I head for the stairs. "I have secrets aplenty. There are so many things you don't know, daughter of Madoc. And I think you crave a little violence yourself.

The feeling of being fooled, the shame of it, haunts me. It tangles up my thoughts.

I cannot share my secrets with her, even to brag. And I admit that I desperately want to brag.

Queen Annet sits on a throne covered in powdery white moths, each one fluttering its wings a little, giving the whole thing the effect of a moving carpet.

It's like fighting, except what we're fighting for is to crawl inside each other's skin.

Furnished in elaborate velvets, silks, and brocades, it's a riot of scarlet and deep blues and greens, everything rich and dark, like overripe fruit. The patterns on the material are the sorts of things I have become accustomed to- intricate braids of briars, leaves that might also be spiders when you looked at them from another angle, and a depiction of a hunt where it is unclear which of the creatures is hunting the other.

Fighting was chess, anticipating the move of one's opponent and countering it before one got hit.

You were always good," he says, looking down at me. "Just never good enough.

In my heart, I yearn to best them.

They streak past me in to the hall in a blast of gossamer.

É você que eu amo - admite ele - Passei a maior parte da vida protegendo meu coração. Protegi tão bem que me comportava como se não tivesse um. Mesmo agora, é uma coisa mequetrefe, comida de traças e escabrosa. Mas é seu. Você já deve ter percebido. Mas falei, caso não tenha. (pagina 204)

You're unwinding yourself like a spool. What happens when there's no more thread?' 'Then I spin more,' I say, carrying the metaphor. 'Let me help you,' she says, brightening. My brows rise. 'You want to make thread?

He looks every bit the handsome faerie prince, beloved by everyone and everything. Rabbits probably eat from his hands. Blue jays try to feed him worms meant for their own children.

Sometimes Jude longed for her bike, but there were none in Faerie. Instead, she had giant toads, and thin greenish ponies and wild-eyed horses slim as shadows. And she had weapons. And her parents' murderer, now her foster father.

Having only recently stopped playing the villain, Cardan thinks again of the winding path of decisions that bought him to this unlikely place, here with her, racing over the sky, planning to end trouble, instead of making more of it.