I'm not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the cafeteria. But actually trusting someone when they have nothing to gain from me just doesn't make sense. All friendships are negotiations of power.
Holly BlackSo what are you really wearing?" The words left her mouth before she could consider them. She winced. He didn't seem to mind; in fact, he flashed her one of his brief smiles. "And if I said nothing at all?" "Then I would point out that sometimes, if you look at something out of the corner of your eye, you can see right through glamour," she returned. That brought surprised laughter. "What a relief to us both then that I am actually wearing exactly what you saw me in this afternoon. Although one might point out that in that outfit, your last concern should be my modesty.
Holly BlackThis, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
Holly BlackThe row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.
Holly BlackShe loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
Holly BlackI think Bob appreciated my outfit. He made me buy the more expensive pendant. You might think that was to my disadvantage, but I accept that status comes with a price.โ โNot usually so immediately.โ I shake my head. โYou better not be hitting on federal agent ladies. Theyโll arrest you.โ His grin widens. โI like handcuffs.โ I groan. โThere is something seriously wrong with you.โ โNothing that a night being worked over by a hot representative of justice couldnโt fix.
Holly Black