This gown, is it cut from shadow?" the general asked. "I can barely feel it between my fingers." Not for want of… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
She had said she didn’t feel fear, but it was a lie; this was her fear: being left alone. Because of one… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
I'm afraid they're in love," he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you." He lifted one hand from her waist to… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Kissing can ruin lives. Lips touch sometimes teeth clash. New hunger is born with a throb and caution falls away. A cursed… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
I love bookshelves, and stacks of books, spines, typography, and the feel of pages between my fingertips. I love bookmarks, and old… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
My face responds without authorization from my brain, so the resulting smile feels like the biggest, most unguarded, goofiest smile I’ve ever… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
She stabbed him in the armpit, deep, and he dropped his sword. And died. So that's what is feels like, she thought… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“Word spread quickly: The visitor wished to address the scholars. 'What can he want?' they wondered, streaming into the Royal Theater. Attendance was voluntary,… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn’t drive us mad.” — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“I love books. Not just for what they contain. I love them as objects too, as ever-present reminders of what they contain, and because… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“To the naked eye, he’s decent kissing height if I wear platforms, though of course a live test will be required before official certification… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
You almost hold up your piece of paper and say, ‘The girl I like just gave me a treasure map to herself.’ But you… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“...You are not just going to vanish like this, Karou. This isn't some goddamn Narnia book.” — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters? — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“She told Mik, "You have perfect violin-playing muscles." "And you, with your mighty puppeteer arms. We put the chimaera to shame." She stopped fanning… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
As far back as she could remember, a phantom life had mocked her with its impenetrable “something else,” but now it was the opposite.… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“By the time the plan's wheels touched down on a desolate stretch of desert runway, the sun had cleared a ridge of mountains and… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“It was hard to imagine feeling that magical tingling sensation in the pit of her belly anytime soon. Best not to worry about it,… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and something --… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
