Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs. What no one told me, with all those warnings, is that even after youโve fallen, even after you know how painful it is, youโd still get in line to do it again.
Holly BlackItโs hard to come up with a scheme to thwart some other scheme you donโt even know about.
Holly BlackThereโs something about herโCassel, I have met many evil men and women in my life. I have made deals with them, drank with them. I have done things that I myself have difficulty reconcilingโterrible things. But I have never known anyone like your mother. She is a person without limitsโor if she has any, she hasnโt found them yet. She never needs to reconcile anything.
Holly BlackShe sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.
Holly BlackA man may daydream of how he would spend a million dollars, but playing the same game with a billion dollars sours the fantasy. There are too many possibilities. The house he once wished for with all his heart is suddenly too small. The travel, too cheap. He wanted to visit an island. Now he contemplates buying one.
Holly Black