858 Quotes by Laini Taylor

He drifted about with his head full of myths, always at least half lost in some otherland of story. Demons and wingsmiths, seraphim and spirits, he loved it all. He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant. His nose was broken by a falling volume of fairy tales on his fist day on the job, and that they said, told you everything you needed to know about Lazlo Strange: head in the clouds, world of his own, fairy tales and fancy.

It sounded just as he'd always imagined it would: like calligraphy, if calligraphy were written in honey.

Beautiful men and women with distorted shadows came and scorched their handprints onto doors before vanishing skyward, drafts of heat billowing behind them with the whumph of unseen wings. Here and there, feathers fell, and they were like tufts of white fire, disintegrating to ash as soon as they touched the ground.

In moments Akiva was up in the ether, scarcely feeling the sting of ice crystals in the thin air. He let his glamour fall away, and his wings were like sheets of fire sweeping the black of the heavens. He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil's magic, and after that another, until all bore the black handprint....Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin. And it would begin with fire.

You're young. Your spirit shouldn’t be ‘fine.’ It should be effervescent.

There was a kind of euphoria, he had discovered, in nearly dying and then not.

Sathaz: The desire to possess that which can never be yours.

The library knows it’s own mind. When it steals a boy, we let it keep it.

Life won’t just happen to you, boy. You have to happen to it. Remember: the spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.