What does true even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away.

Laini Taylor

Categorized in : Mean Air Soul

"Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like ai... by Laini Taylor

"Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.

luxury air love-is

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.

white beautiful men

...magic was ugly—-a hard bargain with the universe, a calculus o... by Laini Taylor

...magic was ugly—-a hard bargain with the universe, a calculus of pain.

ugly magic pain

The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the p... by Laini Taylor

The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.

smooth stones hands

There are guerrilla armies that make little boys kill their own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. Armies need beasts, don’t they? Pet beasts, to do their terrible work!

rip army boys

They were tower stairs, a tight corkscrew down. The spiraling descent made Karou dizzy: down, around, down, around, hypnotic, until it seemed as if she were caught in a purgatory of stairs and would go down like this forever.

dizzy towers forever

...wings—-vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.

wall flames wind

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.

powerful self wish

It wasn’t like in the storybooks. No witches lurked at crossroads disguised as crones, waiting to reward travelers who shared their bread. Genies didn’t burst from lamps, and talking fish didn’t bargain for their lives. In all the world, there was only one place humans could get wishes: Brimstone’s shop. And there was only one currency he accepted. It wasn’t gold, or riddles, or kindness, or any other fairy-tale nonsense, and no, it wasn’t souls, either. It was weirder than any of that. It was teeth.

waiting kindness talking

This, she thought, isn’t just for today. It’s for everything. For the heartache that still felt like a punch in the gut each time it struck, fresh as new, at unpredictable moments; for the smiling lies and the mental images she couldn’t shake; for the shame of having been so naive. 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.

heartache loneliness lying

...I said I was sorry.” “Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere... by Laini Taylor

...I said I was sorry.” “Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere else.

sorry somewhere-else said

You mean he came to your school? The scandalous rodent-loaf! by Laini Taylor

You mean he came to your school? The scandalous rodent-loaf!

rodents mean school

I'm afraid they're in love," he said, concerned. "They don't want to leave you." He lifted one hand from her waist to gently brush a pair from her neck, where their wings fanned against her jaw. Melancholy, he said, "I know just how they feel.

want wings hands

Everything lined up. It has been easy, as if it were meant-" "Meant!" she said, amazed. She spun to face him, which, in the crush, brought her against his chest as if they were still dancing. She fought backward for space. As if what were meant?" "You," he said. "And me.

crush space dancing

Just then, lit only by the flicker of his wings,the sight of him was so..right somehow. He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou

sight feelings wings

An idea fell like a seed and over the next weeks it went on growing like a fig vine lush and conquering twining round her old beliefs and covering them in new growth until they were as invisible as a tiger in a thicket and just as deadly.

growth next-week ideas

You just mingled saliva with the most beautiful boy ever to tread the hallways of Saint Pock's. Saliva. There's DNA in saliva. You're like carrying his cells in your mouth like one of those weird frogs that incubates its eggs in its cheeks

dna beautiful boys

Kissing can ruin lives. Lips touch sometimes teeth clash. New hunger is born with a throb and caution falls away. A cursed girl with lips still moist from her first kiss might feel suddenly wild like a little monsoon. She might forget her curse just long enough to get careless and let it come true. She might kill everyone she loves.

kissing girl fall

It was Kizzy's first kiss and maybe it was her last and it was de... by Laini Taylor

It was Kizzy's first kiss and maybe it was her last and it was delicious.

first-kiss kissing lasts

I've always imagined that one day the path of your life would unroll at your feet and carry you away from us. As it should, as it must. But I am glad that day is not today.

one-day feet today