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41 " In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it's head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell. "
― Holly Black , Ironside (Modern Faerie Tales, #3)
42 " I'm not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the cafeteria.But actually trusting someone when they have nothing to gain from me just doesn't make sense.All friendships are negotiations of power. "
― Holly Black , White Cat (Curse Workers, #1)
43 " The only way to end grief was to go through it. "
― Holly Black , The Darkest Part of the Forest
44 " Ben was taking her through the storm of grief. He was singing her through the rage and despair. He was singing her through the terrible loneliness, because there was no way to shut off grief, no way to cast it aside or fight against it. The only way to end grief was to go through it.As she realized that, his song began to change. It grew softer, sweeter, like the morning after a long cry, when your head still hurt but your heart was no longer broken. "
45 " I survive at the edge of friends circles. "
― Holly Black , Red Glove (Curse Workers, #2)
46 " He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls. "
― Holly Black , The Coldest Girl in Coldtown
47 " I'm going to take off your gag. And if you try to bite me or grab me or anything, I'll hit you with this thing as hard as I can as many times as I can. Understood? "
48 " That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did. "
49 " His wax-white skin was cool to the touch when she brushed his neck to find the knot of cloth. She'd never been this close to a vampire,never realized what it would be like to be so near to someone who didn't breathe, who could be as still as any statue. His chest neither rose not fell. Her hands shook. "
50 " Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other's arms. "
51 " It’s just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he’d forget my water or food and I’d cry and cry and cry.” She stops talking and looks out the window. “I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up. "
52 " We labor under so many illusions about ourselves until we're stripped bare. Being infected, being a vampire, it's always you. Maybe it's more you than ever before. You, distilled. You, boiled down like a sauce. But it's you as you always were, deep down inside. "
53 " She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair. "
54 " Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye "
― Holly Black , Tithe (Modern Faerie Tales, #1)
55 " The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke. "
56 " I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain. "
57 " Her tragedy, if she had one, was to be as normal and average as any child ever born. "
58 " Lie until even you believe it - that's the real secret of lying "
59 " The most important thing for any con artist is never to think like a mark. Marks think they can get something for nothing. Marks think they can get what they don’t deserve and could never deserve. Marks are stupid and pathetic and sad. Marks think they’re going to go home one night and have the girl they’ve loved since they were a kid suddenly love them back. Marks forget that whenever something’s too good to be true, that’s because it’s a con. "
60 " Tana would sit near the door to the basement with fingers in her ears, tears and snot running down her face as she cried and cried and cried. And little Pearl would toddle up, crying, too. They cried while they ate their cereal, cried while they watched cartoons, and cried themselves to sleep at night, huddled together in Tana's little bed. 'Make her stop' Pearl said, but Tana couldn't. "