I feel like I swallowed a Magritte. Like on the inside, I'm made of clouds and floating eyes, green apples, and slowly rising men in bowler hats. — 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 Image
“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 Image
It is how it has always been. We will accept the legacy of our ancestors,' Asha says, smiling, and in her smile I do not see warmth or wisdom; I see fear. You're afraid of losing your hold on them,' I say coolly. I? I have no power.' Don't you? If you keep them from the magic, they will never… — 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. I reach into my purse and giver her what real coins I have, and then I press my hand to hers and whisper, "Don't give up," watching the magic spark in her eyes. "The tragedy of… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
There is no greater power on this earth than story.” Will paced the length of the room. “People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense—words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions—words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.” Will grabbed the sheaf of newspaper clippings he kept in a stack on his desk. “This, and these”—he gestured to the library’s teeming shelves—“they’re a testament… — 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 to continue fighting here on earth." "I don't understand why he had to fight. He was already in heaven." "True. But he wasn't content to serve. He wanted more." "He had all he could ask for,… — Libba Bray Copy Share
