It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth. — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
My phone buzzes. It’s from Karou: a list of conversation openers that I won’t be needing. —a) Hi. I’m Zuzana. I’m actually… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
It wasn’t like in the storybooks. No witches lurked at crossroads disguised as crones, waiting to reward travelers who shared their bread.… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more. — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“If this night is a fairy tale, then this is the happily ever after, right, or at least the beginning of it?… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time… A journey began, that would stitch all the worlds together with light.” — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“Word spread quickly: The visitor wished to address the scholars. 'What can he want?' they wondered, streaming into the Royal Theater. Attendance was voluntary,… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn’t drive us mad.” — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“I love books. Not just for what they contain. I love them as objects too, as ever-present reminders of what they contain, and because… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“To the naked eye, he’s decent kissing height if I wear platforms, though of course a live test will be required before official certification… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
You almost hold up your piece of paper and say, ‘The girl I like just gave me a treasure map to herself.’ But you… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“...You are not just going to vanish like this, Karou. This isn't some goddamn Narnia book.” — Laini Taylor Copy Share
Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters? — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“She told Mik, "You have perfect violin-playing muscles." "And you, with your mighty puppeteer arms. We put the chimaera to shame." She stopped fanning… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
As far back as she could remember, a phantom life had mocked her with its impenetrable “something else,” but now it was the opposite.… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“By the time the plan's wheels touched down on a desolate stretch of desert runway, the sun had cleared a ridge of mountains and… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“It was hard to imagine feeling that magical tingling sensation in the pit of her belly anytime soon. Best not to worry about it,… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and something --… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
Around Mik, my powers desert me. I lose basic motor function, like my brain focuses all neural activity on my lips and shifts into… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
Everything lined up. It has been easy, as if it were meant-" "Meant!" she said, amazed. She spun to face him, which, in the… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
