“I don't know why I feel so wounded with Kartik's obvious infatuation with Pippa. There's no romance between us. There's nothing that… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Beneath the skin, there is fear. Pain. Remorse. Yearning. Desire. A fierce longing for power. All of this. We are joined. It… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
You are working up to Mr. Fantastic Fiction levels of Zombie Expert, which is like playing Guitar Hero on some level that… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake. — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Forget your pain. It was what I said when I took Father's hand in the drawing room yesterday, what I repeated again… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
You want to know what pain is? Try running out of Advil when you've got a Category Five period. I've had cramps… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice... No one… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“Oh, honey, of course it hurts! Beauty is pain. But you don't want to look like a troll, do you?” — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Reality is a state of mind. To the banker, the money in his ledger book is all very real, though he doesn't… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
I am for hockey. I find I should like to hit something with a stick. -Gemma Doyle Trilogy — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
