Quotes from Laini Taylor

Magic?" Akiva had asked. "What bird does this come from, that its bone are made of magic?" "Oh, it's not magic. The wishes don't really come true." "Then why do it?" She shrugged. "Hope? Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

Lazlo couldn't have belonged at the library more truly if he were a book himself.

She didn't want to kill a moment. She wanted to live one. Live many. So how in the name of the godstars do you do that? Was it too late to learn?

I want to do mysterious and improbable things alongside a fierce and beautiful girl who looks like a doll brought to life by a sorcerer.

It was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.

It was the worst kind of silence, but a good kind of closeness. These weren't her folk, but...they were, and maybe that meant that anyone could be anyone's, which was a sort of nice thing to think, with the world falling apart.

You were kinder to yourselves in your legend than we were," Karou continued. "We made ourselves out of grief. You made yourselves in your gods' image, and with a noble purpose: to bring light to the worlds." "A black job we've done of it," he said.

Forbid a man something and he craves it like his soul's salvation

And strangely fold the hours as the end draws near.

Alas. I am not an option.

The world had been stirred by a hot poker, and sparks of crazy were flying.

Akiva felt the tilt of the world trying to tip him forward: to be nearer to her--nearer and touching--as though that were the only state of rest, and every other action and movement were geared to achieving it.

The gods had been dead for fifteen years, after all, but their hate had lingered, and ruled in their stead.

It wasn't even an alternate version of his life. He hadn't gone back in time and done everything differently to get to this place. It turned out that sometimes it's enough to start doing things differently now.

Kindly confirm: If someone's evil, then killing them isn't murder. It's SLAYING, and not only legal but encouraged. Correct?

And for the first time in a long, long time, Karou felt the truth of it. Her heart was not wrong.

On the second Sabbat of Twelfthmoon, in the city of Weep, a girl fell from the sky.

Never attempt an alliance without chocolate.

The iguana was not invited.

How people loved to see a dream shatter, thought Nova from far away. To see the dreamer hobbled and lamed, foundering in the shards of their broken hopes. This is what you get for believing that you could have more. You're no better than us. You're nothing special.

This new thing between them it was... Astral. It reshaped the air, and it was in her, too—a warming and softening, a pull—and for that moment, her hands in his, Karou felt as powerless as starlight tugged toward the sun in the huge, strange warp of space.

That's your evidence? Flimsy. Maybe he secretly fights crime and he's texting infuriating riddles to his nemesis," suggested Karou. "Yes, I'm sure that's it. Thank you.

Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!

Of course," said Mik, without missing a beat. "However, as cool a word as samurai is, I don't think it's what we really mean. We just want to be able to kick ass, right?" "Well, definitely don't phrase it that way. We'd probably just become highly skilled at kicking people in the ass. Don't turn your back on them," she intoned. "They never miss.