“ It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented. Laini Taylor
“ He drifted about with his head full of myths, always at least half lost in some otherland of story. Demons and wingsmiths, seraphim and spirits, he love it all. Laini Taylor
“ What's a horizon?' Lazlo asked, straight-faced. 'Is it like the end of an aisle of books? Laini Taylor
“ He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn't sleep at all. Laini Taylor
“ Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. Laini Taylor
“ War does that, nothing for it. Reality lays siege. Your framed portrait of life is smashed, and a new one thrust upon you. It's ugly, and you don't even want to look at it let alone hang it on the wal… Laini Taylor
“ In 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… Laini Taylor
“ Why not open the door, and open their arms, and close them again around each other? Did the not understand how, in the strange chemistry of human emotion, his suffering and her, mingled together, coul… Laini Taylor
“ Even if it was just walls and a roof with papers inside, it had bewitched him, and drawn him in, and given him everything he needed to become himself. Laini Taylor
“ It was a different life out here, but make no mistake: Lazlo was every bit the dreamer he had always been, if not more. He might have left his books, but he carried all his stories with him. Laini Taylor
“ He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about. Laini Taylor
“ On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream. Laini Taylor
“ As for fairy tales, he understood that they were reflections of the people who had spun them, and were flecked with little truths - intrusions of reality into fantasy, like toast crumbs on a wizard's… Laini Taylor
