A man once said, 'All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.' Mark Twain, you know. He had a fine mustache. Men of wisdom so often do.
Laini TaylorTags: humor mark-twain mustaches
As she walked, clock towers across Prague started arguing midnight, and the long, fraught Monday came at last to a close.
Laini TaylorTags: poetic-prose
Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!
Laini TaylorTags: butterflies karou zuzana
To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than last.
Maybe they were burgeoning even now in fat little cocoons. Or maybe not.
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There was only one possible answer, as plain as it was disturbing.
That she was not, in fact, human.
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There was no more happiness. But under the misery, there was hope.
That the name brimstone had given her was more than a whim.
That this was not the end.
What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?
Laini TaylorTags: life philosophy war mercy
...the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.
Laini TaylorTags: love-at-first-sight
But her name was Esmé. She was a girl with long, long, red, red hair. Her mother braided it. The flower shop boy stood behind her and held it in his hand. Her mother cut it off and hung it from a chandelier.
She was Queen. Mazishta. Her hair was black and her handmaidens dressed it with pearls and silver pins.
Her flesh was golden like the desert.
Her flesh was pale like cream.
Her eyes were blue.
Brown.
She was a girl and she was a queen and back in the mists she was a woman who had seized the moon from the sky and drunk its light so that she would never die. And she never had.
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