He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou, and whatever it was, it was as sweet as a patch of sun on a glossy floor and, like a cat, she just wanted to curl up in it.
Laini TaylorKarou wished she could be the kind of girl who was complete unto herself, comfortable in solitude, serene. But she wasn't. She was lonely, and she feared the missingness within her as if it might expand and... cancel her. She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.
Laini TaylorMots clés loneliness self-sufficiency
It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry 'Monster!' and looked behind him.
Laini Taylor...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.
Laini TaylorMots clés will magic bone smoke madrigal
She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair. She wasn't innocent now, but she didn't know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.
Laini TaylorYearning for love made her feel like a cat that was always twining around ankles, meowing Pet me, pet me, look at me, love me.
Laini TaylorUntil a few days ago, humans had been little more than legend to him, and now here he was in their world. It was like stepping into the pages of a book -- a book alive with color and fragrance, filth and chaos -- and the blue-haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seemed to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place was a story about her.
Laini TaylorI don't know your customs, but here, if you don't want to frighten someone, you don't go looming over their sleeping body with knives.
Laini TaylorHey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.
Laini TaylorIt's not like there's a law against flying."
"Yes there is. The law of gravity.
Mots clés humor
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