So here we are, talking about ...

So here we are, talking about Roman unicycles and alien sandwiches and my sister’s Italian misfortunes, while hanging in between us is: MY EPIC FAILURE TO CARPE. What’s wrong with me?
So here we are, talking about Roman unicycles and alien sandwiches and my sister’s Italian misfortunes, while hanging in between us is: MY EPIC FAILURE TO CARPE. What’s wrong with me?
 Laini Taylor

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Who sows virtue reaps honor.
You must show no mercy...nor have any belief whatsoever in how others judge you...for your greatness will silence them all.
When a warrior goes down, you pick up his shield and go play in honor of him.
 Chip Kelly
Great warriors, like great earthquakes, are principally remembered for the mischief they have done.
 Christian Nestell Bovee
Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength.
 Saint Francis de Sales

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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.
 Laini Taylor
Beauty,’ Brimstone had scoffed once. ‘Humans are fools for it. As helpless as moths who hurl themselves at fire.
 Laini Taylor
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.
 Laini Taylor
Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.
 Laini Taylor
It wasn’t like in the storybooks. No witches lurked at crossroads disguised as crones, waiting to reward travelers who shared their bread. Genies didn’t burst from lamps, and talking fish didn’t bargain for their lives. In all the world, there was only one place humans could get wishes: Brimstone’s shop. And there was only one currency he accepted. It wasn’t gold, or riddles, or kindness, or any other fairy-tale nonsense, and no, it wasn’t souls, either. It was weirder than any of that. It was teeth.
 Laini Taylor