280 Quotes by Tui T. Sutherland

Let’s go bother Clearsight!

A little farther down was the portrait of her that Darkstalker had painted, with what looked like a spiderweb of fireworks behind her. Only the two of them knew that was supposed to represent the intersecting timelines of the future. Unfortunately his skill at painting was nowhere close to Whiteout’s, and Clearsight looked a bit more like a horse with a hippo butt than she would have liked. She had politely refrained from telling him that. Listener.

Ta-daaaaa!” Bumblebee declared, working two of her wings free and flinging them out to either side.

Idiotic hopeful former self had hoped for them. Idiotic hopeful former self was very stupid. In.

I like the one where we melt everyone’s eyeballs on our way out the door,” Glory said. “With magical death spit,” Sunny said, then buried her head in Clay’s wings to hide her giggles as Glory glared at her. “Three.

Snudoo!” Bumblebee cheered. She lifted her little talons up and did a very good impression of something cute. Something more like a tamarin and definitely not like a HiveWing.

The look on Deathbringer’s face was so obvious – so real and sad – that Starflight had the weird experience of being able to see what his own expression must be every time he thought of Sunny.

Moon, can Tamarin touch your face?

Would you really eat a hairy spider anyway?