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Karou's smile was pure; she was happy to give happiness.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

Alas. I am not an option.

Do you know what they're called? They're the Shadows That Live, Zuze. They're assassins."
"Like me," said Zuzanna cheerfully.

Her despair may have gone, but it had left its heaviness draped over her, thick and bleak.

How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?

Like mold on books, grow myths on history.

There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.

She is in love. It is bright within her, like a swallowed star.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

All the bogeymen together, sitting down to tea.

We are the beginning ... We always have been. This time, let it be more than a beginning.

Again his memory failed to conjure her face. It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played.

Cake for later, cake as a way of life.

I'm lucky I'm even alive," she announced. "When I was little, I sucked on duck eyeballs.

Hope is the real magic, child.

If it's not chocolate, it's not breakfast.

I have some sneaking to do. The thought of it kicks my heartbeat sideways.

We only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.

Me & Mik. I've never been part of an ampersand before.

Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.

Saved from war by poor navigation?

It was cruel. Like opening a birdcage to let the bird fly out, whilst all the while it's tethered by the leg, and freedom is only an illusion.

What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?

Never repent of your own goodness, child. To stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength -Brimstone

His lips made a grim twist that was like the joyless cousin of a smile.

What a lovely display of personhood. He's like a good book cover that grabs your gaze. Read me. I'm fun but smart. You won't be able to put me down.

What power could bruise the sky? Melliel

I want very much to carpe you," it says. "I may try to surprise you, though, if that's okay. Also, I can't feel my face and hands.

In the thick of play, his daydreams were so vivid that a glimpse of reality would have shocked him.

The sooner you learn to finish things, and as a matter of course finish your creative endeavors, the better. It took me a long time to learn that.

What does "true" even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away ...

Once upon a time ...
A journey began,
that would stitch all the worlds together with light.

Well," Loraz said, her voice as dry as the rest of her was not. "At least you still have clothes on.

I have not yet elected to bestow the grace of my saliva upon another human being. I have never ... kissed anyone.

A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here.

I love you, crossbar,' whispered Karou and petted it.

Well, Mik doesn't sigh or lean, and his eyes are fully open like something awesome might happen at any time

Long life is a burden, when it's spent in misery.

A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.

What was he? Storyteller and secretary and doer of odd jobs, neither Tizerkane nor delegate, just someone along for the dream.

Never repent of your own goodness - Brimstone

The tattered lace of darkness still hung over the city, as if night were a grim bride trudging to the horizon, trailing her shadowy train.

She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.

Like a star in the cupped hands of night.

It was a rule of secret-keeping, in which she was well-versed: Ask not, lest ye be asked.

She had inherited a story that was strewn with corpses and clotted with enmity, and was only trying to stay alive in it.

It was unreal how two souls could look out through the same set of eyes in such drastically different fashion, seeming to reshape them entirely.

Be a Samurai.
Because you just never know what's behind the freaking sky.

To a new generation of butterflies, hopefully less stupid than last.
Maybe they were burgeoning even now in fat little cocoons. Or maybe not.

...and life, even at its most wretched, does get it's hooks in you.

Tomorrow they will start the apocalypse.
Tonight, they let themselves look at each other, just for a little while.

People with secrets shouldn't make enemies.
People with destinies shouldn't make plans.

Life doesnt need magic to be magical.

With his fort of books the hobgoblin had come to a smooching scene and shouted for them to pipe down.

She wanted to see the moment his expression changed.

I don't believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.

Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.

She looked at him, beautiful Kazimir whose smile used to work on her like a summons, compelling her to his side.

Now more than ever she struck him like a fairy in a tale - a haunted one with shadowed eyes and a sting like a scorpion.

I want.. she said, knowing what she wanted, feeling pulled toward it, arching toward it, but hardly knowing how to say it.

Nd when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.

Tommorrow they will start the apocalypse.
Tonight, they will let themselves look at each other, for just a little while.

So much to rue, but to what end? All unlived lives cancel one another out.

Things can kill you. All kinds of things, like toys, or older brothers.

It was not a happy ending but a happy middle
at last, after so many fraught beginnings.

Love was love.
But she hoped that he was not a dragon.

He said, You don't have to be afraid, Karou. How could it be awful? It's *you.* You can only be beautiful.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.

And what's the point of being young if you can't ignore all advice?" Master

I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar.

The lovers ... dreamed of a world that was like a jewel box without a jewel - a paradise waiting for them ... to fill it with their happiness

Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.

Madrigal sniffed herself. "I'm almost sure I don't smell." "Maybe not, but between shining cleanliness and not smelling, there is a vast gray area.

We will fight for our world to the last echo of our souls

And they hooked their fingers around its slender spurs, and pulled.

Watching her, Brimstone added, 'I hope, child, but I don't wish. There's a difference.

Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.

Live bitter, so the crows will have no taste for you when you're dead.

She'd thought that she would do anything for them, but it had never occurred to her that "anything" might mean letting them go.

Her body may have been wrought with diamonds, but her soul within will be a soft mollusk thing, wet and shrinking ... and easily pushed aside.

Never attempt an alliance without chocolate.

She was the goddess of... herself.

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

Over the years she'd found that that was all it took, that lazy smile, and she could tell the truth without risk of being believed.

There was darkness, and monsters vast as worlds swam in it.

I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone.

How often did this happen to people, this not knowing where in the world you were?

Once upon a time, there had been gods. Now there were only children going about in their dead parents' undergarments.

He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again ...

Akiva had envisioned this meeting many different ways, and in none of them has his father been naked.

Once upon a time,an angel and a devil pressed their hands to their hearts
and started the apocalypse.

So what,' said Zuzana. 'They had to be pretty stupid butterflies to fall for him anyway. You'll grow new ones with more sense. New wise butterflies.

Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.

I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.

She wanted to climb out of her life as if it were a seashell she could abandon on the shore and walk away from, barefoot.

Feelings. Were. Stupid

It mattered. They mattered, and whatever it was that had made them not kill each other on Bullfinch beach all those years ago ... mattered.

It thrilled through her like her nerves were channeling starlight. He was safe.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love.
It did not end well.