Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy? — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed--the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages.… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“She dances a little jig. "This would make one hell of a TV show, huh?" "Yeah. But no one would believe it."… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
...I think we should find some kind of shelter; a cave or something." "I don't want to do that! What if there's… — 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… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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.… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
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 Image
