“Once upon a time, I was a little girl with a mom and a dad and a sister, and the only monsters in the world were imaginary. Then I became one of the monsters.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“Wallachia needs you, and you deserve Wallachia. Let your loyalty be only where your heart is. Everything else can fall by the road and be trodden underfoot as we pass to our home. My fierce little girl. You can do… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
Be careful. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to the worst Spanish student in the history of the language.” I laughed. “No problemo. — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“I shuffled my weight from foot to foot, trying to relieve some of the soreness and wondering how long it would take Reth to figure out where I was and get into Raquel’s room. The door slid open in reply. Jack and I darted in, letting out twin sighs of relief. Lend, of course, immediately dropped to the floor. Naked,… — Kiersten White Copy Share
“It’s about Fia. Everything always is, even when she is nowhere near, even when she left all of us. We still orbit the brilliant,… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
Where did you find that one?" "I have no idea. I'm a magnet for crazies, I guess." "They must be able to sense a… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
Fun-run" indeed,what a misnomer. That'd be like saying "calm gremlin" or "pleasant hag." Or 'entertaining history textbook. — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
Yes, I have a driver's license." I leaned back against the wall, sighing. "Man, that must be so cool." "It ranks right up there… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“Sir, yes, sir!' Tyler jumps up mock-saluting. 'I love when you get bossy, it's kind of adorable” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“Jack, who apparently always had to be moving in some way, had made up for the missing knife by grabbing a half loaf of French bread and methodically ripping it into tiny pieces. “What,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Why don’t faeries like bread?” “Hmm?” Jack looked up, then shrugged. “I dunno.” Lend picked up a piece, crumbling it. “My… — Kiersten White Copy Share
“Reth reached out and took my fingers in his own, his touch light but comforting. “I’ve found that sacrifice is called that for a reason. We have all lost much of what we were or could have been because of the mistakes of my people. We’ll yet lose some things to set it right. But when you join eternity, you… — Kiersten White Copy Share
“Heaven and hell,your hands are cold." "I never thought I'd prefer the dead silence of the Paths over anything,but it had to be better than listening to this idiot. And I didn't need any reminders that my hands were cold. Cold,mortal,dying hands. "Can we not talk?" "But you're such a charming conversationalist. Still,if you'd prefer to simply bask in the… — Kiersten White Copy Share
