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 BlackShe wants me to take out Patton.โ Barronโs brows draw together. โTake out? As in transform him?โ โNo,โ I say. โAs in take out to dinner. She thinks weโd make a good couple.
Holly BlackYou in trouble?โ Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if heโs thinking about how to get out of here if I am.
Holly BlackIt feels like the whole world has turned upside down. There aren't any more rules. Hey,' I say to Sam, because if the world's gone crazy, then I guess I can do whatever I want. "Guess what? I'm a worker.
Holly BlackHe must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.
Holly Black