Evie was so nervous that she downed her cocktail in two stiff swigs, then refilled her glass. Henry arched an eyebrow. “A… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen.” — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
She loved attention. It was like a glass of the best champagne—bubbly and intoxicating—and as with champagne, she always wanted more of… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
For the first time, I notice the lax skin at Mrs. Nightwing's jaw, the fine down that lies upon her cheek like… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
The man in the shop peered disapprovingly at Evie through the glass. She pumped her arms and legs up and down in… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent… — 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
“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
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
“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
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
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
“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
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
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
“The light is so bright it hurts my eyes. But I don't dare close them. I won't. Instead, I try to adjust to the… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Miss Moore speaks slowly, deliberately. "I know because I read." She pulls back and stands, hands on hips, offering us a challenge. "May I… — Libba Bray Copy Share
“Duff's little moans traveled up her spine, made her head buzz. And another thought grabbed hold: She was doing this. She had the power… — Libba Bray Copy Share
