You okay?" Anton asks, looking at me like he's trying to figure out if I'm drunk. His plans depend on me. I look as blank as possible and hope that it freaks him out. No point in my being the only miserable one.
Holly BlackEven from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.
Holly BlackIt demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.
Holly BlackShe'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.
Holly Black