Quotes from Laini Taylor

His warmth was like a gift given and snatched away, and she stood there with her back to the window, feeling chilled, bereft, and undone. And angry. It was a childish, cartoonish anger- facing Akiva, she had wanted to beat her fists at his chest and then fall against him and feel his arms close around her.

So what,' said Zuzana. 'They had to be pretty stupid butterflies to fall for him anyway. You'll grow new ones with more sense. New wise butterflies.

Karou was, simply, lovely. Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. Beyond merely pretty, her face was vibrantly alive, her gaze always sparking and luminous, and she had a birdlike way of cocking her head, her lips pressed together while her dark eyes danced, that hinted at secrets and mysteries.

She would choose her family. Anything else was unthinkable,

Do the thing. Kill the monster. Change the world.

The function of hate, as Sarai saw it, was to stamp out compassion--to close a door to one's own self and forget it was ever there.

the stories poured from him, and Lazlo listened. He listened the way a cactus drinks rain. In

De Chicago a Nueva York, de Londres a Pekín, de los dioramas de vida animal de los museos, de las fauces congeladas en un gruñido de leones y perros salvajes, de las mandíbulas de dragones de Komodo, pitones reales y lobos árticos disecados, la muchacha, el fantasma… estaba robando dientes.

Every night she bore witness to what she could never have. It wasn't living. It was torture.

Can you believe him? Does he think if he just dangle his boy bits at you like a cat toy you'll go scampering after him?" "Of course he thinks that," said Karou. "This is his idea of a romantic gesture.

He'd felt this before and never wanted to feel it again. It could only diminish the memory of Madrigal; it already was. Again his memory failed to conjure her face. It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played

It isn't magic, just a focus for the will. A powerful will might not even need it" -Brimstone

Tenemos tantos enemigos. La mayoría de ellos son ineludibles, los heredamos como una obligación, pero los que nos buscamos nosotros mismos son especiales. Deberíamos elegirlos con cuidado.

Let's just get this out of the way so I can relax. Karou, your friends aren't going to eat us, are they?" No, Karou thought. They are not. She whispered back, "I don't think so. But try not to look delicious, okay?" She was rewarded with a snort from Zuzana. "That poses a problem, seeing as how we are totally delicious.

he had accepted life as a medium for action. Something to wield like a tool. One's own life: an instrument for shaping the world.

No, I have to lure him out, like a will-o'-the-wisp, tease him deeper and deeper into the forest until he is lost and doomed. Without the forest or the doom—just the luring. Like a Venus flytrap that says I am a delicious flower come taste me and then snap! Devour. Without the devouring. Well, maybe a little devouring.

And that's how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh. With defiance, with abandon, with hysteria, any way you can.

A dream, just a dream. Damn it. How had it gotten in? Lurking vulture dreams, circling, just waiting for her to nod off.

I didn't even know my face could do this. It's like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

Think of the Christians fed to the lions because they wouldn't renounce their faith. As if their god wouldn't forgive them their desire to life?..." "Are you kidding me? You're going to blame the Christians, not the Romans? How about they just don't throw them to the goddamn lions in the first place? Don't delude yourself. You're the monster here.

Well," Loraz said, her voice as dry as the rest of her was not. "At least you still have clothes on.

Having hope was like dangling himself over a chasm and putting the rope in her hands. She could annihilate him if she wanted to.

And they hooked their fingers around its slender spurs, and pulled.

Life and peace. Victory and vengeance. And never the twain shall meet.