You wanted to feel alive, right? It doesn’t matter if you’re monster or human. Living hurts.
She cracked a smile. “So what’s your poison” He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. “Life.” “Ah,” she said ruefully. “That’ll kill you.
I’ve been thinking.” “A dangerous pursuit.” “Indeed.
Lying is easy. But it’s lonely.””What do you mean?””When you lie to everyone about everything, what’s left? What’s true?””Nothing,” I say.”Exactly.
I am Sunai,” he said. “I am holy fire. And if I have to burn the world to cleanse it, so help me, I will.
Da used to say that lies were easy, but trust was hard. Trust is like faith: it can turn people into believers, but every time it’s lost, trust becomes harder and harder to win back.
I am a man, not a movement,” he said. “But if a movement is what it takes to end this war, then I will play my part.
I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.
Yeah, I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.
Don’t tell me you’re afraid of heights,” she said, shimmying along the edge.“Not heights,” he murmured. “Just falling.
He leans in, resting his weathered hand on the bed. “Treat all the bad things like dreams, Kenzie. That way, no matter how scary or dark they get, you just have to survive until you wake up.
Listen to me,” he said, pulling off his coat. “You need to stay awake.”She almost laughed, a shallow chuckle cut short by pain.He tore the lining from the Colton jacket. “What’s so funny?”“You’re a really shitty monster, August Flynn.
Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?
You really are like him, your father.””I can’t tell whether you think that’s good or bad.””What does it matter? It’s simply true.
Doubt is like a current you have to swim against, one that saps your strength.
But the fact is, dreams catch us with our armor off.
The only way to truly record a person is not in words, not in still frames, but in bone and skin and memory.
We do it, Jackson, because compassion must be louder than pride.
Imagine a place where the dead rest on shelves like books.
The worse thing you can do in a fight is stop moving. When someone attacks, they create force, movement, momentum, but you’ll be okay as long as you can see and feel the direction of that force and travel with it.
Ignorance may be bliss, but only if it outweighs curiosity. Curiosity is a gateway drug to sympathy.
He manages a sad smile. “An omission is not the same thing as a lie, Miss Bishop. It’s a manipulation.
Even if surviving wasn’t simple, or easy, or fair.Even if he could never be human.He wanted the chance to matter.He wanted to live.
Kell managed an echo of her smile, and [Lila] gasped. “What’s that on your face?”The smile vanished. “What?””Never mind,” she said, laughing. “It’s gone.
For one, dazzling, infinite moment, August felt like he was standing on a precipice, the end of one world and the beginning of another, a whisper and a bang.
I’m willing to walk in darkness if it keeps humans in the light.
He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about other people (whether they were really all as stupid as they seemed).
Magda looks at me as if I’ve gone mad. Or I’ve grown up. It’s kind of the same thing.
A person chose their path. Or they made a new one.
August stared at her, aghast. “Did I know that kissing you would bring your soul to surface? That – THAT – would have the same effect as pain or music? No, I must have missed that lesson.”She stared at him, agape. “August, was that sarcasm?
Be lost. Give up. Give In. in the end It would be better to surrender before you begin. be lost. Be lost And then you will not care if you are ever found.
Like I said, Kenzie. Everything ends. I’m not afraid to die,” you say with a wan smile. “I just hope I’m smart enough to stay dead.
That’s how he saw climbing, a physical exercise in positive and negative space. The vast expanse of white drawing the small, person-shaped speck into sharp relief.
Properly buried.””Properly kept.””That is the way with witches.””And with all things.
Well,” I ask, leaning over him, “do you wish to stay?””I do.””And why is that, Cole?” I say, tipping toward him so that our noses nearly brush.”Well,” he says with a smile, “the weather’s quite nice.
If Verity’s sins were knives, quick and vicious, then Prosperity’s were poison. Slow, insidious, but just as deadly.
There were two kinds of monsters, the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head. She could fight the first, but the second was more dangerous. It was always, always, always a step ahead.