Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves. — 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 and fell backward onto the bed. It was a bad bed in a cheap motel, and the flop jarred her teeth. "Ow," she said without conviction. "Hey. You're turn isn't even half up." "I know. I… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
As far back as she could remember, a phantom life had mocked her with its impenetrable “something else,” but now it was the opposite. Here, in the circle of Akiva's presence, even as they spoke of war and siege and enduring enmity, she felt herself being drawn into the warm absoluteness and rightness of him, like he was both place… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“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 revealed a land the color of dust. The single building that served as a terminal was squat and seemingly of the same dust. The Middle East? Eliza wondered. Tattooine? A sign, handpainted, was illegible in exotic,… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
“It was hard to imagine feeling that magical tingling sensation in the pit of her belly anytime soon. Best not to worry about it, she thought. She didn't need it. Well. She didn't want to need it. Yearning for love made her feel like a cat that was always twining around ankles, meowing Pet me, pet me, look at me,… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and something -- some new skeleton -- was emerging from beneath the softness of her accustomed self. With a deep, visceral ache, she wished her true form might prove to be a sleek and shining one, like a stiletto… — Laini Taylor Copy Share
