When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age. — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
My favourite character would have to be 'Ash,' because I love my brooding bad boys. But a certain snarky talking cat runs… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
I like all my characters in one way or another, or at least I understand them. — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Ash,” Mab crooned as he drew near. “My poor boy. Rowan told me what happened between the two of you, but I know you… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“As Annwyl turned away, Keirran rose swiftly, not touching her but very close. "I'm not afraid of exile," he said quietly, and the Summer… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“The nurse whirled and fixed him with a gimlet eye. “You—” she began, then threw her hands up. “Go get ready, idiot. You’ve been… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Don't worry too much about him, Meghan. Robin Goodfellow has always been extra-ordinarily difficult to kill." -Ash” — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Oh, come on. I want to see the big-spiky-ball thing." "You do not need a flail." Kanin scowled, as though imagining what I could… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Ruth's mouth dropped open, her delicate face contorting in outrage. 'Steal? How dare you! I don't steal!' 'That's good,' I went on, smirking at… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“His forehead bumped softly against mine, his brilliant silver gaze searing into me. "I plan to keep you, from everyone, for as long as… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“So nice to see you, human,” a voice purred from an overhead branch. Grimalkin sniffed, looking from me to Keirran, and smiled. “How amusing… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Human?' The girl cocked her head the other way. I caught a glimpse of pink gills under her chin. 'My sisters told me stories… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Try Not to bleed so much on the thorns," he said as I jabbed myself in the palm and hissed in pain. "Right Now,… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Ethan stood there, his face blue and wrinkled, his lips pulled into a rictus grin. In one hand, he clutched a butcher knife. Blood… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“Care to join me, Goodfellow?” “Oh, ice-boy. A moonlight stroll with you? Do you even have to ask?” — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
