“This was how normal people survived their own fairy tales. They became their own kind of monster.” — Emily Lloyd-Jones Fairy tale Copy Share Image
“I like to keep my dreams attainable. Eat cheese, sleep on a nice bed, have my work in the same museum as… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Daemons Copy Share Image
“She reached down, found his hand with hers. Their fingers tangled, wrists pressed together. No pulse between them.” — Emily Lloyd-Jones Love Copy Share Image
“We're all just moments and most of us don't matter. We study less than one percent of all humanity in our history… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Demon Copy Share Image
“I feel like that sometimes...I feel like I'm this collection of broken pieces I don't know what to do with.” — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“She became her own knight; she collected those broken promises and whispered apologies and fashioned them into armor” — Emily Lloyd-Jones Broken promises Copy Share Image
“Fairy tales with all the shine taken away from them were simply stories of desperation. Of hungry wolves devouring children and jealous… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Children Copy Share Image
“Actions fueled by desperation. They were the worst kinds of decisions, because desperate people could see the error of their ways and… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“She’s a lunatic,” says Conrad. “Absolutely insane,” says Guntram. “Either completely fearless or utterly stupid,” says Conrad. “She’s going to fit right… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Criminals Copy Share Image
“Standing on the edge of that darkness, she felt the stirrings of reckless want. A wild sort of bravery beat within her,… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Courage Copy Share Image
“That is why I take the younger ones, you see. You already give parts of your hearts away so easily--little fragments attached… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Daemons Copy Share Image
“But were they truly victims? If they made a deal, knowing fully what they were trading for a wish--but then again, could… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“Some of her earliest memories were of her grandmother's house, of a place that smelled like cinnamon and old books. The house… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Books Copy Share Image
“I just want to matter,' he said, unsmiling. It was like pulling a curtain back, peering behind a mask made of smiles… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Demons Copy Share Image
“Glad to see word reached you. I forgot my phone and somehow throwing pebbles at random windows seemed like a losing strategy."… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“Her heartbeat picks up, her pulse fluttering through her neck and wrists. She loves this part, loves the moment before she pulls… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Criminals Copy Share Image
