One world on its own is a strange enough seethe of coiling, unknowable veins of intention and chance, but two? Where two worlds mingle breath through rips in the sky, the strange becomes stranger, and many things may come to pass that few imaginations could encompass.
Laini TaylorHe wanted to tell her that everything he had done he had done because he was broken, because watching her die had destroyed him, but there was no way to say it that didnโt sound like he was trying to pin the blame outside himself
Laini TaylorIt was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.
Laini Taylor...wingsโ-vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of a candle flame.
Laini Taylor