Laini Taylor Quotes

And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.

He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn't sleep at all.

It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.

I think you're a fairy tale. I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.