Occasionally, there are battles in the sky. One likes to imagine the angels are always triumphant. One does not like to think of the ancient and terrible scales balancing the infernal and divine as wobbling back and forth. Tilting freely, to and fro. One does not like to think that sometimes it is the angel that falls.
Holly BlackAllow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams โ will be sweeter than anotherโs cries of love.
Holly BlackShe canโt help it. She loves the con. I tell myself Iโm not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.
Holly BlackJewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.
Holly Black