Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
His eyes are blue, and blue eyes up close are a celestial phenomenon: nebulae as seen through telescopes, the light of unnamed… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
It’s like losing gravity and falling into space – the moment of pitching headlong when the endlessness of space asserts itself and… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
I love bookshelves, and stacks of books, spines, typography, and the feel of pages between my fingertips. I love bookmarks, and old… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Yeah? Okay," she said, staring up into the stars. "Let's see. You know how, at the end of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet… — 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… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
As far back as she could remember, a phantom life had mocked her with its impenetrable “something else,” but now it was the opposite.… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“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… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“It was hard to imagine feeling that magical tingling sensation in the pit of her belly anytime soon. Best not to worry about it,… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and something --… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
