Quotes About Holly Black

Cardan's hands are deftly splitting the deck of cards, but his glittering black eyes are on me.

If we didn't have to take lessons alongside them, if I didn't know firsthand what a scourge they were to those who displeased them, I'd probably be as in love with them as everyone else is.

I think of Cardan's words in the brugh, before he destroyed the crown: neither loyalty nor love should be compelled. He was right. Of course he was right.

She is kmy wife. The rightful High Queen of Elfhame and most definitely not in exile.

Maybe it helps that her feet resemble human ones. Although, to be fair, they are turned backward.

His hair dark as the sloes of a blackthorn, tumbled around his cheeks.

Perhaps I am foolish, but I am no fool. You like something about me," he says, mischief lighting his face, making its planes more familiar.

She didn't have to command me, Jude. She didn't have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you.

Prince Cardan, sixth-born to the High King Eldred, yet still the absolute worst, strides across the floor toward us

There are so few children in Faerie that I've never seen one of us twinned. Is it like being doubled or more like being divided in half?

Cardan, I hope your brother won't be angry. I'm afraid I may have set one of the guests on fire.

I wrench my mouth free and scream, but screams in Faerie are like bird-song, too common to attract much attention.

There was no assassin. It was a romantic misunderstanding.' Her eyebrows go up. 'The High King is very bad at romance,' I say.

The last room Cardan occupied caught fire,' I call back to the Bomb. 'Let me rephrase. It caught fire because he lit it on fire.

His every movement is languorous. It feels dangerous to rest my gaze on him for too long, as though he is so thoroughly debauched that it might be contagious.

An ombré ball gown, its color deepening from white near my throat, through palest blue to deepest indigo at my feet. Over that is stitched the stark outlines of trees, the way I see them from my window as dusk is falling. The seamstress has even sewn on little crystal beads to represent stars.

Come fight me again," she calls after me as I head for the stairs. "I have secrets aplenty. There are so many things you don't know, daughter of Madoc. And I think you crave a little violence yourself.

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.

Braziers blaze, and the sky is thick with sea spray and incense. The ground beneath us is moon-blooming phlox.

I exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world. Until and unless she is pardoned by the crown, let her not step one foot in Faerie or forfeit her life.

His gift is to take a compliment and turn it in to an insult, a jab that hurts more for the temptation to take it at face value.

Watching his fear ripen fills me with an almost voluptuous satisfaction. I, who have had little power in my life, must be on guard against that feeling. Power goes to my head too quickly, like faerie wine.

Jude, Since I cannot imagine there is much in the human lands to interest you, I can only suppose your continued absence in Elfhame is due to me. I urge you. Come be angry at a nearer distance.

Jude gives him a look. It is an expression that he never once saw her make when they attended the palace school together, yet from the first he saw it, he knew it to be her truest face. Conspiratorial. Daring. Bold.