Would you?” Mom smiles and touches my hair, pushing it back from my forehead. I let her, but I grit my teeth. Her bare fingers brush my skin. I am thankful when none of my amulets crack. “Do you know what the Turkish say about coffee? It should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love. Isn’t that beautiful? My grandfather told me that when I was a little girl, and I never forgot it. Unfortunately, I still like my milk.
Holly BlackThis is never going to be over,” I shout. “Someone will always be after me. There’s always consequences. Well, BRING IT. I am done with being afraid, and I am done with you.
Holly BlackI did it to get what I want. Maybe I should regret that, but I can’t. Sometimes you do the bad thing and hope for the good result.
Holly BlackA girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.
Holly BlackLa ausencia aminora las pequeñas pasiones y agranda las grandes.
Holly BlackI'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.
Holly BlackTags: humor
We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be
Holly BlackTags: remember white-cat curse-workers
Really it was a pretty good talk. About the best I could expect from my sociopath amnesiac jerk of an older brother.
Holly BlackYou're as cowardly as a g------ weasel. You know that? A weasel. That's what you are."
"You don't know me," I say, spitting blood onto the dirt. I can't help it. I start to laugh. "And you obviously don't know much about weasels, either.
It's okay," he informs me. "Your grandfather is teaching me how to play poker." If I know Grandad, that means what he'll really be teaching Sam is how to cheat.
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