Quotes from Holly Black

Je moet die kat aaien, joh,' zegt Sam. 'Ze heeft je een presentje gebracht. Ze wil je laten weten hoe geweldig ze is.' 'Je bent een piepkleine moordmachine,' kirt Daneca. 'Wat doet ze?' vraag ik. 'Ze spint!' zegt Daneca. Ze klinkt verrukt. 'Lief poesje. Wie is er hier een ongelooflijke moordmachine? Ja hoor! Dat ben jij! Je bent een vreselijk wrede minileeuw! Ja, echt.

It's ridiculous the way everyone acts like killing a king is going to make someone better at being one,' Vivi says. 'Imagine if, in the mortal world, a lawyer passed the bar by killing another lawyer.

I suppose that's one good thing about being obedient and faithful and good. People think you will never surprise them.

We ride over the cliffs and then the sea, watching mermaids leap in the spangled waves and selkies rolling along the surf. Past the fog perpetually surrounding the islands and concealing them from mortals.

No matter how hard she swung at him, it just made him laugh. He liked her anger. Fire, he called it. She liked it when she was angry, too. Angry was better than scared.

I'm no longer a child, and I don't need comfort.

I poisoned you. Don't worry. It was a small dose. You'll live." "The cups of wine," he says. "But how did you know which one I would choose?" "I didn't," I tell him, thinking that he'll be at least a little pleased by the answer, despite himself. It is the kind of strategy he likes best. "I poisoned them both.

They do not need to deceive humans. Humans will deceive themselves.

I love you, Liliver. I've loved you from the first hour of our meeting. I love you and despaired. Before I die, I want you to know that

Hate that was so bright and hot that it was the first thing that truly warmed him. Hate that felt so good that he welcomed being consumed by it. Not a heart of stone, but a heart of fire.

It was a kitchen to be useful in.

Unless he turns his clothes inside out, which I am fairly confident he doesn't know to do, he'll never find us.

Ah! A lady of mystery. My very favourite kind!' He's wearing a green doublet, with slits to show his silk shirt underneath. HIs fox eyes are alight. He looks like a faerie lover stepped out of a ballad, the kind where no good comes to the girl who runs away with him.

I need you to tell me everything about, you know, video games and science fiction shows and movies.

No matter how careful I am, eventually I'll make another misstep. I am weak. I am fragile. I am mortal. I hate that most of all.

Au!' zeg ik. 'Weet je eigenlijk wel wat een beul je bent?' Nu lacht ze van oor tot oor. Als het mogelijk was, zouden haar mondhoeken helemaal opkrullen. Ze leunt naar voren. 'O, dat weet ik heus wel. En ik weet ook dat jij het lekker vindt.' Sam gniffelt. Mij kan het niet schelen. Ik vind het inderdaad lekker.

I look down at my sisters, hurrying through the snow. My sisters, who despite everything, came for me.

I hate you," I whisper before he can speak. He takes my chin in his fingers, tilting my face to his. "Say it again," he says as the imps comb my hair and place the ugly, stinking crown on my head. His voice is low. The words are for me alone.

It'll rot,' I say. 'And so will we.

Little queen,' Madoc says with a crooked smile. Despite not sharing blood with Oak, the mischief in his expression is familiar. 'All grown up and come to devour your maker. I can't say as I blame you.

Madoc would be so proud- his little girl, remembering all her training,' she says. 'Starving off the terrifying possibility of romance.

Above hangs a chandelier made from thin sheets of mica. Tiny glowing faeries are trapped inside for the purpose of adding a warm glow to the room. Occasionally they fly, making shadows dance.

Give me an order again," I say, "and I will show you true shame. Locke's games will be as nothing to what I make you do.

A drop of the bloodred liquid of the blusher mushroom , which causes potentially lethal paralysis. A petal of deathsweet, which can cause a sleep that lasts a hundred years. A sliver of wraithberry, which makes the blood race and induces a kind of wildness before stopping the heart. And a seed of everapple- faerie fruit- which muddles the minds of mortals.