“But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father-" "The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl." He… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“We're each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion trying to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“Forgiveness. The frail beauty of the world takes root in me as I make my way back through the woods, past the… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“I have never felt more ridiculous. If this is what it means to be a woman I am not the slightest bit interested.” — Libba Bray Copy Share
“The King of Crows raked his fingers across the dark until it bled. He licked the blood from his fingers with a forked tongue.… — Libba Bray Copy Share
It is how it has always been. We will accept the legacy of our ancestors,' Asha says, smiling, and in her smile I do… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Spare a copper for our cause?" the girl with the coin cup asks, her voice weary. "I can spare more than that," I say.… — Libba Bray Copy Share
As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them - mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the… — Libba Bray Copy Share
I am for hockey. I find I should like to hit something with a stick. -Gemma Doyle Trilogy — Libba Bray Copy Share
There are times when I wish I could go back and change the course of my life. Make different choices...But the past cannot be… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Sexuality is not meant to be this way - an honest, consensual expression in which a girl might take an active role when she… — Libba Bray Copy Share
There is no greater power on this earth than story.” Will paced the length of the room. “People think boundaries and borders build nations.… — Libba Bray Copy Share
Heaven's brightest and best-loved angel, who was cast out for inspiring a rebellion against God. Having lost Heaven, Lucifer and his rebel angels vowed… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Miss Moore speaks slowly, deliberately. "I know because I read." She pulls back and stands, hands on hips, offering us a challenge. "May I… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Duff's little moans traveled up her spine, made her head buzz. And another thought grabbed hold: She was doing this. She had the power… — Libba Bray Copy Share
