Laini Taylor

“And none of us became children to be orphans.”

Forbid a man something and he craves it like his soul’s salvation, all the more so when that something is the source of incomparable riches.

the dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around.

“Life won’t just happen to you, boy,” he said. “You have to happen to it. Remember: The spirit grows sluggish when you neglect the passions.”

Names have power,

If the dream chose the dreamer, then his had chosen poorly. It needed someone far more daring than he.

One looked at him and thought, Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.

Blue as opals, pale blue. Blue as cornflowers, or dragonfly wings, or a spring—not summer—sky. Just like the rest of them.

hope had never felt like such a lie.

“Beautiful and full of monsters?”

“All the best stories are.”