Quotes from Holly Black

I can see when the light goes out of his eyes, like a torch thrown into the sea.

I swallow the howl clawing up my throat.

One doesn't have to lie to deceive.

The new High King of Faerie lounges on his throne, his crown resting at an insouciant angle, his long, villainously scarlet cloak pinned at his shoulders and sweeping the floor. An earring shines from the peak of one pointed ear. Heavy rings glitter along his knuckles. His most ostentatious decoration, however, is his soft, sullen mouth. It makes him look every bit the jerk that he is.

I am forever undone by you

My body has acclimated, and now it craves what it should revile. An apt metaphor for other things.

Have you discovered aught of my erstwhile murderer?

My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more than I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore. If Oak is masked, I am a face with all the skin ripped off. Over and over, I have told myself that I need to guard against my own yearnings, but that hasn't worked. I must try something new.

We came up with your code name," she mouths. ... I expect her to say 'The Liar.' She gives me a tricksy grin, full of secrets. "What else? The Queen.

Prize out the gems, and your beauty would fade- not just the extra smidge they grant, but all your beauty, until you were so wretched that the sight of you would set even the Folk to screaming.

Coward that I am, I flee. My heart thundering, my hands shaking. But I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.

And despite myself, despite what he'd done and what he was, I came to love him. I do love him. It's just not a comfortable kind of love.

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She was beautiful on land, but here she looks elemental, terrifying in her beauty.

I want to strike Cardan over and over until I slap that smugness off his face. But if I did, he'd know just how much he scares me.

Mostly, his obligations appear to be allowing his ring-covered hands to be kissed and accepting the blandishments of the Folk. I'm sure he enjoys that part of it- the kisses, the bowing and scraping. He's certainly enjoying the wine.

That's what my sister Taryn always says. She tells me that I remind her of her late husband.

He does not seem like someone who has been carrying poisoned spies through the snow, someone who has braved an enemy camp. Someone who pushed his magical cloak into my hands. He seems like the person who shoved me into the water and laughed when it closed over my head. Who tricked me.

Behind him comes an ice coach pulled by faerie horses as crystalline as if they were conjured by frozen waves.

He rises from the throne. "Come, have a seat." His voice is replete with danger, lush with menace. The flowering branches have sprouted thorns so thickly that petals are barely visible. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asks. "What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.

Most of all I hate you because I think of you often. It's disgusting and I can't stop. - Cardan Greenbriar, The Cruel Prince

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow had let his heart turn to glass. He could feel the shattered shards of it lodged in his lungs, making his every breath painful.

She looks soft, pretty, like a girl in a painting. Like a girl who fits inside her own skin.