Quotes from Laini Taylor

Qué pasa? -preguntó Liraz -¿De qué te ríes? -Porque la vida es una bastarda -fué todo lo que Akiva pudo responder

Memories can be trapped in a room.

Érase una vez un ángel y un demonio que sujetaron un hueso de la suerte entre los dedos. Yun chasquido partió el mundo en dos.

So near, and yet so very far away.

She only ever saw him at a great distance, and doesn't even know what his true face looked like. She wishes she did. And

is is war that creates a monster or a monster that creates war.

The unconscious mind is open terrain - no walls or barriers, for better or worse. Thoughts and feelings are free to wander, like characters leaving their books to taste life in other stories. Terrors roam, and so do yearnings. Secrets are turned out like pockets, and old memories meet new.

It is a condition of monsters that they do not see themselves as such.

De: Zuzana hadarabiosa@agitasudiminutopuño.net Para: Karou [email protected]

His shadow splayed out huge before him, and his mind gleamed with ancient wars and winged beings, a mountain of melted demon bones and the city on the far side of it—a city that had vanished in the mists of time.

Death is not the end it sometimes seems.

As always, anything touching on the mysteries had a quickening effect on him, like a drumbeat pulling at this pulse—at both his pulses, blood and spirit, the rhythms of his two hearts interwoven like the syncopation of two hands beating at different drums.

Don't put anything unnecessary into yourself. No poisons or chemicals, no fumes or smoke or alcohol, no sharp objects, no inessential needles—drug or tattoo—and… no inessential penises, either.

Bienvenidos a Eretz. —Olvida el pegaso —exclamó Zuzana con fervor y los ojos muy abiertos—. ¡Yo quiero uno de esos!

Soy la sacerdosista de un castillo de arena en una tierra de polvo y luz de estrellas.

La paz es más que la ausencia de guerra. La paz es concordia. Armonía.

an apostrophe humbled to a comma.

Someter. Qué palabra tan suave para definir la esclavitud y el quebranto espiritual que dejaría a las quimeras bajo el puño del imperio.

Tools?" scoffed Kalisti, "Tools are for people who have nothing better to do than think things through and make sensible plans.

I love you, and I hope you are safe and happy and that wherever you are, someone (Akiva?) is making you cakewalks, too, or whatever it is that fiery angel boys do for their girls. kiss/punch Zuze

With the fading of the stars and the break of day, Eliza's storm had passed. Today she was the ravaged landscape it had left behind.

Mantener la sinceridad frente al mal es una muestra de fuerza.

Sometimes a moment is so remarkable that it carves out a space in time and spins there, while the world rushes on around it.

so my choice is to breathe feet the whole way or spear my eyeballs out on neck spikes? Awesome."-Zuzana