Laini Taylor
Laini Taylor
Laini Tayloris an American young-adult fantasy author. She is best known for the Karou or Daughter of Smoke and Bone series, whose third book appeared in 2014...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth11 December 1971
CountryUnited States of America
long misery life-is
Long life is a burden, when it's spent in misery.
fighting looks killing
What are we fighting for? What are we killing for? What do you see when you look into the future?
girl dream eye
The goblins want girls who dream so hard about being pretty their yearning leaves a palpable trail, a scent goblins can follow like sharks on a soft bloom of blood. The girls with hungry eyes who pray each night to wake up as someone else. Urgent, unkissed, wishful girls. Like Kizzy.
sparks sparkle
I was going to say the beginning is the good part, when it's all sparks and sparkles, before they are inevitably unmasked as assholes.
together world
We dreamed together of the world remade.
might thousand right-now
A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here.
girl sweet helping
Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself. "It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.
grandma world
I'm going to be the scariest grandma in the world.
smoking looks freak
Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.
guy invaders bad-guys
And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.
voice iron speak
...and she felt the words come from some iron place within her that hadn't existed an hour ago. She didn't speak loudly, but there was such a change in her voice. Coming from that iron place, it was heavy and true; it wasn't persuasive, or desperate, or antagonistic. It just was.
children lying mean
She had said she didn’t feel fear, but it was a lie; this was her fear: being left alone. Because of one thing she was certain, and it was that she could never love, not like that. Trust a stranger with her flesh? The closeness, the quiet. She couldn’t imagine it. Breathing someone else’s breath as they breathed yours, touching someone, opening for them? The vulnerability of it made her flush. It would mean submission, letting down her guard, and she wouldn’t. Ever. Just the thought made her feel small and weak as a child...
no-fear ifs guise
Her courage was a guise. She wondered if courage always was, or if there were those who truly felt no fear.
chocolate breakfast ifs
If it's not chocolate, it's not breakfast.