Days of Blood and Starlight by Laini Taylor [Quotes]

Live in the world you’ve made, he thought to himself, rising each morning. You don’t deserve to rest.

*

From Chicago to New York, London to Beijing, from the museums’ wildlife dioramas, from the frozen, snarling mouths of lions and wild dogs, the jaws of Komodo dragon specimens and ball pythons and stuffed Arctic wolves, the girl, the phantom… she was stealing teeth.

*

Not dead yet. (“ Don’t want to go on the cart!”)

Where am I and doing what?

You might well ask.

Freaky chick, you say? You can’t imagine.

I am priestess of a sandcastle in a land of dust and starlight.

Try not to worry.

I miss you more than I could ever say.

Love to Mik. (P.S. “I feel happy…. I feel happy….”)

*

Karou gasped. It was one of those dreams that invade the space between seconds, proving sleep has its own physics— where time shrinks and swells, lifetimes unspool in a blink, and cities burn to ash in a mere flutter of lashes.

*

“Brimstone would never make such a ridiculous mistake,” he’d seethed.

Well, Karou had wanted to retort, with all the gravity and maturity she could muster. Duh.

*

“You,” he had said, with something like wonder. “Is it really you?”

Karou couldn’t even speak. The White Wolf looked her over from head to toe, and she shrank away. Her memories burned. Revulsion roiled like snakes in the pit of her belly, and from within the deadness of her shock she was lit with fury— at the universe, for this newest cruelty. At him, for being the one left alive.

Of all possible souls to survive the slaughter: her own murderer.

*

Or… perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

*

“What did this?” someone choked out, though the answer was writ plain before them. In sweeping letters, in blood, a message was painted on a keystone of the aqueduct.

From the ashes, it read, we are arisen.

*

“Dead souls dream only of death,” the resurrectionist told the emperor . “Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is. Look at you. You are a lord of ashes, a lord of char. You are filthy with your victory. Enjoy it, Joram, for you will never know another. You are lord of a country of ghosts, and that is all that you will ever be.”

*

His voice was kind, cloyingly so, and when he drew close to ask softly, “Are you all right?” Karou kind of wanted to scratch his face off.

*

Hazael sighed, blowing out a long, weary breath. “Is it just me , or have you noticed that chimaera prefer not to be dead?”

*

Karou. “As long as you’re alive, there’s always a chance things will get better.”

“Or worse,” said Liraz.

“Yes,” he conceded. “Usually worse.”

Hazael cut in. “My sister, Sunshine, and my brother, Light. You two should rally the ranks. You’ll have us all killing ourselves by morning.”

*

“You have only to begin, Lir. Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can’t expect the world to be better than we make it.”

*

Karou took a deep breath, mindful of the state in which she had left her room, and put her hand to the heavy cedar door. “You sure you want to know?”

Eyebrow.

“Okay then.” Karou pushed open the door. “Come in and I’ll tell you.” Innocently, as they moved past her, she added, “Oh, and don’t trip over the body on the floor.”

*

Karou turned to Zuzana and found her looking every bit as unflabbergasted as Mik. “That’s it?” she said. “I tell you I’m not human, and you’re all tra-la-la?”

“Sorry,” said Mik. “I think you neutralized our capacity for surprise. You should have started with that, and then told us you raise the dead.”

*

* “Can the emperor believe he’s safer now?”

“If he does he’s a fool,” said Hazael. “The message is clear. Please enjoy this lovely fruit while contemplating all the ways we might kill you in your sleep.”

*

He remembered the strange cafe Karou had taken him to in Prague, decorated with gas masks from a bygone war. He understood that they could poison the air and make all things die gasping, and that they could pump each other full of metal in the time it took an archer to draw back a bowstring, and he knew that Razgut had not lied to Jael. Humans did worship angels . Not all of them did, but many, and their worship could be as deadly as their weapons. Bring the two things together— bring them into Eretz—and it would make the war of the last thousand years look like a shoving match.

*

Jael returned the lazy smile. “You’re not my type.”

“Well, you’re not anybody’s type ,” said Hazael. “No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she’d like to know you better.”

*

*Karou grasped his intent when he drew his crescent-moon blade; she gasped, tried to stop him. He said he was sorry. “But not for myself. That part’s all right. I’m just sorry to leave you alone, for the time between.”

*

 “ No,” he told Liraz, and reminded her it was bad luck to say good-bye. To which she replied, deadpan, “Bad luck? By all means, let’s not start having any of that.”

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