It seemed she was in a cathedralโif, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.
Laini TaylorI love bookshelves, and stacks of books, spines, typography, and the feel of pages between my fingertips. I love bookmarks, and old bindings, and stars in margins next to beautiful passages. I love exuberant underlinings that recall to me a swoon of language-love from a long-ago reading, something I hoped to remember. I love book plates, and inscriptions in gifts from loved ones, I love author signatures, and I love books sitting around reminding me of them, being present in my life, being. I love books.
Laini TaylorShe was a girl and she was a queen and back in the mists she was a woman who had seized the moon from the sky and drunk its light so that she would never die. And she never had.
Laini TaylorI might try that one thing, you know, that thing people do when their eyes get all wet and stupidโwhatโs it called? Crying? Or NOT. I might PUNCH you instead and trust that you wonโt punch me back because of my endearing smallness. It would be like punching a child.
Laini Taylor