Quote by Zoraida Córdova Download Open image ““hunched, furless cat scatters up a tree with something dead in its jaws. “I’m”” — Zoraida Córdova ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“(I love that expression. “Swing a dead cat.” Where the hell did it come from? Was swinging dead cats a thing at some point?)” — Leslie Irish Evans Copy Share Image
“You look like something the cat coughed up, dragged through dirt, ate, and coughed up again.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Cats are living, breathing blankets. But a blanket, no matter how furry, cannot be used like a purrless cat. ” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“The cat walked through the world, with its whiskers, ears and paws…” — Brendan Wenzel Copy Share Image
“I walked beside the woman I had killed last week and tried to hold up my end of a conversation about cats. There” — Richard K. Morgan Copy Share Image
“My cat stood still like a furry statue. I wanted to go pet it, but I ended up petting a painting instead. Ah, but… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“It was probably my mother's screaming that frightened the cat. It's just a guess. No one knows for sure why a cat fell from… — J.E. Fison Copy Share Image
“His knuckles are thick with calluses that come from repeatedly beating on things.” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“Enough,” the horned man says. “I am Agosto, Faun King of the Meadow del Sol, and these are my kin. We live here safely… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“Impatience will get you killed almost as quickly as fear, boy.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“remember the night of my Deathday. The portal opened up, and she was on the other side, waiting, her face hidden by the horned… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“it looks like one of them shifts in midair. Her wings elongate to a massive wingspan, and hands with claws form at the tips.… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“If you can’t learn to sacrifice the small things, you’ll never get the thing you’re after.” I” — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“His skin is the green of aging leaves, and his body is covered in thorny vines that move like extended limbs. He raises his… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“Are you hungry?” a girl asks. She’s got wild curls and light-brown skin that is run through with green lines, like a birch tree.… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
“At the head of the table, where the roots of the fallen tree create a high, twisted chair, is a man. His chest is… — Zoraida Córdova Copy Share Image
