As for futuristic costumes, I loved doing 'Gattaca' because I'm a minimalist at heart, and it's a very minimal film. Plus, with… — Colleen Atwood Copy Share Image
“By the fire, a spindly, insectile faerie stirs a big pot. 'You want soup, mortal?' I shake my head. 'You want to… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“He is out in the garden, picking a bouquet of foxgloves. He’s laughing, sunlight turning his brown hair gold… I bet he… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Get down here before you’re recognized.” “Playing hide-and-seek under the table? Crouching in the dirt? Typical of your kind, but far beneath… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I am becoming a tyrant, threatening in place of convincing. Unstable instead of steadying. I am suited to the shadows, to the… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Lying on his bed feels like wiping my dirty peasant feet on the throne.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he's never seen me before or as though he thought he'd… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I pass trays of spun-sugar animals, little acorn cups filled with wine, enormous sculptures of horn, and a stall where a bent-backed… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“It's okay to want something that's going to hurt, I remind myself. I move toward him, so we are close enough to… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Cardan comes over, stepping on my star chart, kicking over the ink-pot with his silver-tipped boots, sending the blood spilling across the… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I follow him behind the throne and off the dais, where a small door is set against the stone wall, half hidden… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Oh ho,' he says. 'My darling seneschal. Let us take a turn around the room.' He grabs me and pulls me toward… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“If anyone can get me through tonight, it's him. He's good at putting those around him at ease, even when they ought… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I will accompany you,' Cardan says, rising. I open my mouth to explain all the reasons that he can't go. The problem… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“... I sit on the rug before the unlit grate and crack open the walnut. Out spills pale apricot muslin, frothing quantities… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I am at lessons in the palace grove, sitting in the long shadows of the late afternoon. The moon has already risen,… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“...when they are gone, it will be use staring across a chessboard at each other. And when I best you, I will… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Sorry' doesn't mean anything when you can't promise not to do it again” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“What did you discover about the shooter?” Jude asked as he struggled to sit upright. “Once I spotted him on the rooftop,… — Charlotte Featherstone Copy Share Image
“We show her that I am no feckless High king.' 'And how do we do that?' I ask. 'With great difficulty,' he… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I hate being unwell,' he says. 'You're not sick,' Jude tells him. 'You are recovering from being stabbed- or rather, throwing yourself… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Like so many others, I came to romance during the golden age of it - Judith McNaught, Julie Garwood, Johanna Lindsey and… — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
