I have no memory of climbing the stairs up to the roof. I don't even know how to get where I am,… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Mother Marrow gestures to the soup, and I, who can afford no more enemies, bring it to my lips. It tastes of… — 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
Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief. — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Memory is slippery. It bends to our understanding of the world, twists to accommodate our prejudices. It is unreliable. Witnesses seldom remember… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“...even terrible memories are better than weird gaps or the hollowness of your feelings not making sense.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“What they don’t realize is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
When you don't know what you're searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere. — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Madoc makes a snorting sound, then turns to me. 'I am sure that Wren here wouldn't mind taking Lady Nore's castle and lands for… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“No, I won't help you. No I won't hear you explain why I should. It really is a magical word: no. You say whatever… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.' The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.'… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“His wax-white skin was cool to the touch when she brushed his neck to find the knot of cloth. She'd never been this close… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
So what are you really wearing?" The words left her mouth before she could consider them. She winced. He didn't seem to mind; in… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I grab a chair. "I don't mean to pry," I say, "but we're in a hospital. You sure you're fine?" She sighs heavily. "No… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Kaye: You know what the sun looks like? Janet: No, What? Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
