A bruxis. That was the one wish more powerful than a gavriel, and its trade value was singular: The only way to purchase one was with one’s own teeth. All of them, self-extracted. Laini Taylor More Quotes by Laini Taylor More Quotes From Laini Taylor "Death," said Akiva. His life was leaving him fast now that he no longer held his wound. His eyes just wanted to drift closed. "I'm ready." "Well, I'm not. I hear it's dull, being dead." She said it lightly, amused, and he peered up at her. Had she just made a joke? She smiled. Smiled. He did, too. Amazed, he felt it happening, as if her smile had triggered a reflex in him. "Dull sounds nice," he said, letting his eyes flutter closed. "Maybe I can catch up on my reading." Laini Taylor nice eye reading She had said she didn't feel fear, but it was a lie; this was her fear: being left alone. Because of one thing she was certain, and it was that she could never love, not like that. Trust a stranger with her flesh? The closeness, the quiet. She couldn't imagine it. Breathing someone else's breath as they breathed yours, touching someone, opening for them? The vulnerability of it made her flush. It would mean submission, letting down her guard, and she wouldn't. Ever. Just the thought made her feel small and weak as a child. Laini Taylor mean lying children But Hazael only said, "I brought you a present." Liraz took the flower, looked at it, and then a Hazael, expressionless. And then she ate it. She chewed the flower and swallowed it. "Hmm," said Hazael. "Not the usual response." "Oh, do you give flowers often?" "Yes," he said. He probably did. Hazael had a way of enjoying life in spite of the many restrictions they lived under, being soldiers, and worse, being Misbegotten. "I hope it wasn't poisonous," he said lightly. Liraz just shrugged. "There are worse ways to die. Laini Taylor enjoy-life flower giving I'm going to be the scariest grandma in the world. 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'Twice-daughter, my joy. Your dream is my dream, and your name is true. You are all of our hope. Laini Taylor daughter dream heart If it's not chocolate, it's not breakfast. Laini Taylor chocolate ifs breakfast A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here. Laini Taylor right-now thousand might We dreamed together of the world remade. Laini Taylor together world Ziri's soul felt like the high roaming wind of the Adelphas Mountains and the beat of stormhunters' wings, like the beautiful, mournful, eternal song of the wind flutes that had filled their caves with music he could not possibly remember. It felt like home. Laini Taylor home song beautiful What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future? Laini Taylor killing fighting looks Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy: a drop of it could dilute a lake of hate. Laini Taylor mad hate lakes Beauty,’ Brimstone had scoffed once. ‘Humans are fools for it. As helpless as moths who hurl themselves at fire. Laini Taylor moths fool fire I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone. Laini Taylor dream giving long And yet, something tied them together, strong than any of that, something with the power to conduct her blood and breath like a symphony, so that anything she did to fight against it felt like discord, like disharmony with her self. Laini Taylor fighting strong self Being near her was like balancing on a tipping world, trying to keep your footing as the ground wanted to roll you forward, hurl you into a spiral from which there was no recovery, only impact, and it was a longed-for impact, a sweet and beckoning collision. Laini Taylor recovery impact sweet Karou saw them with her human eyes, this army she had rendered more monstrous than ever nature had, and she knew what the world would see in them if they flew to fight the Dominion: demons, nightmares, evil. The sight of the seraphim would be heralded as a miracle. But chimaera? The apocalypse. Laini Taylor army fighting eye Once upon a time, an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them. And its snap split the world in two. Laini Taylor angel once-upon-a-time two
