“What she needs are stories. Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget. Stories come in… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Hope flares in her chest, and she thinks, This, this, this is where her story starts.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“That was the hardest part of being plunged into a world where magic is possible. It made you wonder if everything was.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Growing up, his parents had written off his dreams as simply an effect of his reading too many novels, disappearing for hours - sometimes… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“It was cowardice, he knew, but cowardice came so much easier than hope. And” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“It does nothing to dwell on what’s been taken from you,” he snarled. “Nothing.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“This woman, who is a force of nature. Who bends the world instead of bending for it.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Let them think what they want was a thought that visited him with far less frequency and force than They see you as a… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“What she needs are stories. Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget. Stories come in so many… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“It was better not to care—Lila tried not to care—but sometimes, people got in. Like a knife against armor, they found the cracks, slid… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“To clever plans,' said Kell, toasting his brother. 'And dashing princes.' 'To masked magicians,' said Rhy, swiping the wine. 'To mad ideas.' 'To the… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Rhy watched his brother move toward her as naturally as if the world had simply tipped. For Kell, apparently, it had” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Names are important,” she said, twirling the cord. “Mine is Ojka, and I have orders to keep you out.” Beyond the doors, Kell let… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“There were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“People spoke of love as if it were an arrow. A thing that flew quick, and always found its mark.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
