Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.
But now I wonder--what if everyone is pretty much the same and it's just a thousand small choices that add up to the person you are? No good or evil, no black and white, no inner demons or angels whis...
But I will not stand in front of your happiness. I will not even stand in front of misery that you choose for yourself.
Be bold, be bold, but not too bold, lest that your hearts blood should run cold.
And Barron is probably right—we should give this up. Not for the reason he’s saying but for the one that’s implied. The one about it not being okay to lurk around outside buildings, spying on girls yo...
A man may daydream of how he would spend a million dollars, but playing the same game with a billion dollars sours the fantasy. There are too many possibilities. The house he once wished for with all...
You’re awful. He said it as though he was delighted. And the worst part is that you believe otherwise.
You sure you want to cross me?In that moment she's her father's daughter.
You can take a thing when no one’s looking. But defending it, even with all the advantage on your side, is no easy task, Madoc told her with a laugh. She looked up to find him offering her a hand. Pow...
What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.
We make art. We do not feel the need to cut things apart to see what they're made of.
They loved him because he was a prince and a faerie and magical and you were supposed to love princes and faeries and magical people.
The funny thing about good people—people like Daneca—is that they really honestly don’t get the impulse toward evil. They have an incredibly hard time reconciling with the idea that a person who makes...
That’s what comes of hungering for something: You forget to check if it’s rotten before you gobble it down.
That was the problem with monsters. Sometimes they looked just like everybody else.
Stories like that were will-o'-the-wisps, glowing in the deepest, darkest parts of forests, leading travelers farther and farther from safety, out toward an ever-moving mark.
So, what did you think of the Unseelie Court?A slow, wicked smile spread on his face. Oh, Kaye, he breathed. It was marvelous. It was perfect.She narrowed her gaze. I was joking. They were killing thi...
Once, there was a girl who found a sword in the woods. Once, there was a girl who made a bargain with the Folk. Once, there was a girl who’d been a knight in the service of a monster. Once, there was...
Okay. how about that time when you smoked all that weed that you thought was laced with something? You fell into the tub, but you refused to get out because you were convinced that the back of your he...
Mom I say Oh honey she says The doctor wants to see you to make sure you don't have the same thing that killed your brother. She turns to Ms.Logan who looks scandalized by the whole encounter. These...