“No, I won't help you. No I won't hear you explain why I should. It really is a magical word: no. You… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Are you angry about-' He cuts himself off, looking at my face more carefully. 'No, you're afraid. But why would you be… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Then Cardan comes in to view, a fond smile on his lips. When he speaks, he does so in a conspiratorial whisper.… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Please,' I say to the dirt floor of the brugh, to the earth itself. 'I will do whatever you want. I will… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“It is said that faerie children are not like mortal children. They need little in the way of love. They need not… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“You should go.' 'This is my room,' he points out, affronted. 'And that's my wife.' 'So you keep telling everyone,' the Bomb… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Everything is ferns, leaf mold, the crackle of fire, and the hum of distant voices.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Madoc says you will duel for love,' I say. 'Whose?' he asks, frowning. There is no banquet too abundant for a starving… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“You are mortal. You will not last long.' ... 'That's what mortal means,' I say with a sigh that I don't have… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“It is difficult, though, not to be shamed be being nearly undressed, with bed hair and bad breath.” — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Let me make you an offer, little goat. We spar. If you lose, my cap is returned to me, unburnt. I continue… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must. Just… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“What are you going to tell her?' 'That I'll do whatever she wants,' my sister says, an extravagant vow for a mortal… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“He gives me one of his most awful smiles. 'I suppose she'll have to be searched.' ... 'My husband was murdered,' I… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“The parlour is as I remember it from Council meetings. It carries the scent of smoke and verbena and clover. Cardan himself… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I could warn Randalin that he ought to be afraid of the way that Cardan is looking at him. Cardan turns to… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Lady Asha, as the mother of a prince, found herself much in demand with the Court, if not the High King. Given… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Though I would not delight to see the straps sink into your skin, neither would I mourn.' 'Enough blustering,' he says. 'You've… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“By the fire, a spindly, insectile faerie stirs a big pot. 'You want soup, mortal?' I shake my head. 'You want to… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Cardan glances toward me, as though for help. When I am silent, he frowns, annoyed with both of us. 'Although I am… — 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
