92 Quotes About Holly-black

She had shrieked and shrieked for her mother, but her mother was already there. Her mother was the monster.

Fine, fine, everyone’s fine,” said the vampire, a mad gleam in his red eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as Bela Lugosi did in black-and-white films. “Fine as scattered pieces of sand.” She wondered how much effort it had taken him to talk to her the way he had—to, what was it he’d said? Keeping my thoughts clearly ordered—and how crazy he was going to be now, as a result of that strain.

We’ll call him Maynard McSmollet and he can be from two towns over,” said Aidan, snickering. “No one really knew him that well, kept to himself, but he was crashing the party because he could never resist a kegger—or how about Roderick Spoon? Roddy. The Rodster. He was in band and played electric keyboards but got kicked out of several schools for setting small fires. Yeah, that’s better. What do you think, Gavriel?

He just looked like a pretty boy, tall and lanky. She thought again of the crumpled paper in her purse and of him, caged beneath a cemetery. How long had he been there? How long had he looked just as he did now? A hundred years? Two hundred? Could he even remember the press of time? Maybe having stepped outside of it would drive anybody crazy.

He smiled, a real smile, the kind real boys gave real girls. “It’s been a very long time since anyone worried for me.

They have a friend—” Tana began. “I have a friend, too,” said Gavriel. “And I mean to kill him.

Midnight rolled her eyes, as though Aidan was being ridiculous. “I bet you were a good girl back home,” she said to Tana. “A good girl all your life until you finally met the trouble you want to get in.” “You obviously don’t know her at all,” Aidan told Midnight gruffly. Then he turned back to Tana. “Did he bite you?

She shook her head. The more she thought about it, the more stupid she felt. She was probably infected, but that didn’t mean she should have tempted him into making it a sure thing. And, hungry as he was, crazy as he might be, he could have drained her dead, pinned her against the brick wall, and ripped out her throat. She’d been playing with fire, just as he’d accused Midnight of doing. Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

When you're in danger , everything becomes clear,doesn't it? Everything else falls away. Danger is a terrible addiction, but that's what I like - the clarity of thought that it provides. How about you?