I 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 TaylorHazael rose from his knees. It had to take extraordinary effort, yet somehow he managed a version of his lazy smile when he said, "You know, I've always wanted to be a bath attendant. You should take me instead. I'm nicer than my sister." Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type." "Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better." "I'm afraid I must deny her the pleasure. I've been kissed by swords before, you see." "I may have noticed.
Laini TaylorIt was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a defaultโlike it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up.
Laini TaylorBetter to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn't she be that cat?
Laini TaylorIn moments Akiva was up in the ether, scarcely feeling the sting of ice crystals in the thin air. He let his glamour fall away, and his wings were like sheets of fire sweeping the black of the heavens. He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil's magic, and after that another, until all bore the black handprint....Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin. And it would begin with fire.
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