She could smell the boy spice beneath the thrift-store aroma of his jacket, and the rubbing and the smell began to work to soften her -- like butter before you add sugar, in the first steps of making something sweet. It was her first experience of how bodies could meld together, how breath could slip naturally into rhythm. It was hypnotic. Heady. And she wanted more.
Laini TaylorAn idea fell like a seed and over the next weeks it went on growing like a fig vine lush and conquering twining round her old beliefs and covering them in new growth until they were as invisible as a tiger in a thicket and just as deadly.
Laini TaylorThere are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.
Laini TaylorWhen you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.
Laini Taylor