Laini Taylor

Did you know that mako shark fetuses eat each other in the womb?... Its true. Only cannibal fetuses survive to be born. Can you imagine if people were like that?

There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want to wear one of those surgical masks everyone in China had during bird flu. There are a lot more bird-flu boys at large.

It didn't matter; by now she knew she loved him in any skin. In her book there was another tale - one of the original eighteen - of a dragon who had a human wife, and Neve had never understood it before, at least from the wifes point of view. Love was love. But she hoped that he was not a dragon.

It's like all my life I've been this tower standing at the edge of the ocean for some obscure purpose, and only now, almost eighteen years in, has someone thought to flip the switch that reveals that I'm not a tower at all. I'm a lighthouse. It's like waking up. I am incandescent.

I feel liquefied, like a cucumber forgotten in the crisper drawer, and I want to hold myself at arm's length and carry me to the trash. Who is this sack of slush masquerading as me? It's intolerable.

I know it's not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you're not the only one with troubles.

And if redemption was self-serving, coming as it did ribbon-tied to what he wanted most in life? For once, Akiva's shame wouldn't rise to the bait. He wanted what he'd always wanted, and he'd better just say it, his own worries and fears be damned.

It's never too soon to worry. Worry spurs preparation.

It was cruel. Like opening a birdcage to let the bird fly out, whilst all the while it's tethered by the leg, and freedom is only an illusion.

There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.

His hope was like an intake of icy air__t hurt__nd just as sharp and sudden was his jealousy. In an instant he was hot and cold with it, his hands clenching into fists so tight they burned. A flare of adrenaline coursed through him and left him shaking, and it wasn__ her. It wasn__ her, and for the fleeting flash of an instant, he felt relief. Followed by crushing disappointment and self-loathing for what his reaction had been.

You've got to have, like, a lentil for a soul to hate wiener dogs.

What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?

This wasn't a person, Zuzana thought, this was greed wearing skin.

Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to forst and betrayal.

The eye__ perception of texture is pale compared to the lips_, and I didn__ know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

His lips made a grim twist that was like the joyless cousin of a smile.

And... a bed. A bed and a blanket to cover them, a blanket that was theirs together.