Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia... by Laini Taylor

Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.

Laini Taylor

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Cats and ghosts both partook of the saucers of milk and that was okay. They consumed different parts of it: the cats its substance, the ghosts its essence, and none went to waste.

cat different essence

Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and something -- some new skeleton -- was emerging from beneath the softness of her accustomed self. With a deep, visceral ache, she wished her true form might prove to be a sleek and shining one, like a stiletto blade slicing free of an ungainly sheath. Like a bird of prey losing its hatchling fluff to hunt in cold, magnificent skies. That she might become something glittering, something startling, something dangerous.

skeletons self sky

Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy t... by Laini Taylor

Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.

creatures dream can-do

Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt.

The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.

soul brain animal

For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.

loneliness soul way

It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touc... by Laini Taylor

It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.

subtle touching way

She had a sadness that was so deep, but it still could turn to light in a second, and when I saw her smile I wondered what it would be like to make her smile. I thought... I thought it would be like the discovery of smiling.

sadness light discovery

We only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.

pieces persons play

With the infinite patience of one who has learned to live broken,... by Laini Taylor

With the infinite patience of one who has learned to live broken, he awaited her return.

return infinite broken

Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil kne... by Laini Taylor

Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled.

angel dying once-upon-a-time

Like mold on books, grow myths on history. by Laini Taylor

Like mold on books, grow myths on history.

Skip meeting him? The butterflies, the pounding heart, the blushing? The part where you enter each other's magnetic fields for the first time, and it's like invisble lines of energy are drawing you together-

butterfly drawing heart

It's not like there's a law against flying." "Yes there is. The l... by Laini Taylor

It's not like there's a law against flying." "Yes there is. The law of gravity.

gravity flying law

She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair. She wasn't innocent now, but she didn't know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.

magic girl missing

He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou, and whatever it was, it was as sweet as a patch of sun on a glossy floor and, like a cat, she just wanted to curl up in it.

cat feelings sweet

But he is pretty. God, I hope he's not an asshole. Do you think there's any chance he's both non-orifice and single? I mean, seriously. What are the chances?

chance mean thinking

I don't know many rules to live by,' he'd said. 'But here's one. It's simple. Don't put anything unnecessary into yourself. No poisons or chemicals, no fumes or smoke or alcohol, no sharp objects, no inessential needles--drug or tattoo--and...no inessential penises either.' 'Inessential penises?' Karou had repeated, delighted with the phrase in spite of her grief. 'Is there any such thing as an essential one?' 'When an essential one comes along, you'll know,' he'd replied.

tattoo grief simple

Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love. by Laini Taylor

Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love.

squandering waiting children

War is all we've been taught, but there are other ways to live. We can find them, Akiva. We can invent them. This is the beginning, here." She touched his chest and felt a rush of love for the heart that moved his blood, for his smooth skin and his scars and his unsoldierly tenderness. She took his hand and pressed it to her breast and said, "We are the beginning.

heart war blood