She could smell the boy spice beneath the thrift-store aroma of his jacket, and the rubbing and the smell began to work… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
It was Kizzy's first kiss and maybe it was her last and it was delicious. — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Some would assert that Providence was at work shaking out its pockets in Humanity's lap. Other would argue for that mindless choreographer,… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Heavily and hypnotically,with her soul flattening itself back like the ears of a hissing cat,Kizzy leaned in and drank of Jack Husk's… — 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 started blogging in 2006 when I had sold my first novel but it had not yet been published, in those anxious… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Skip meeting him? The butterflies, the pounding heart, the blushing? The part where you enter each other's magnetic fields for the first… — 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
