Elle > Books: via-audiobook‎ (42)

“Helen looked at Aline, faint pink swirling across her cheeks. Alec was startled to see a feeling he recognized on Helen’s face, something he often felt around Magnus: uncertain delight at Magnus’s high opinion of him, twined with the creeping doubt that Magnus would realize he did not deserve it.”

Ravus nodded again. “I will make you as terrible as you desire.”
“I don't want to be-,” she started, but he held up his hand.
“I know you're ver

Ravus nodded again. “I will make you as terrible as you desire.”
“I don't want to be-,” she started, but he held up his hand.
“I know you're very brave,” he said.
“Or stupid.”
“And stupid. Brave and stupid.” Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. “But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you've learned how.”

“She thought of something her mother had told her when she'd finally broken up with one of her most dysfunctional boyfriends. When a man tells you he's going to hurt you, believe it. They always warn you and they're always right.”

✔Everyone showed up.
✔No, really. Every single lead.

“When there’s people around who we don’t trust, we let them think we’re the kinds of people who are allowed to exist.”

“When there’s people around who we don’t trust, we let them think we’re the kinds of people who are allowed to exist.”

“I think,” Hoa says slowly, “that if you love someone, you don’t get to choose how they love you back.”

Now they’ll all know. Every season is the Season for us. The apocalypse that never ends.

“Are you badly hurt?”
“Hideously,” said the king, without sounding injured at all. “I am disemboweled. My insides may in an instant become my o

“Are you badly hurt?”
“Hideously,” said the king, without sounding injured at all. “I am disemboweled. My insides may in an instant become my outsides as I stand here before you.”

“You just punched a prince, Alina. I guess

“You just punched a prince, Alina. I guess we can add one more act of treason to our list.”
I shook out my sore hand. My knuckles smarted. “First of all, are we so sure he really is a prince? And second, you’re just jealous.”
“Of course I’m jealous. I thought I was going to get to punch him. That isn’t the point.”

Mal crossed his arms and considered the privateer. "I can't decide if you're crazy or stupid."
"I have so many good qualities," Nikolai said. "It can be hard to choose.”

"'Not my type, but handsome.'
My brows shot up. In my experience, Mal was just about everyone's type."

“Expectations are a funny thing,” Wen said. “When you’re born with them, you resent them, fight against them. When you’ve never been given any

“Expectations are a funny thing,” Wen said. “When you’re born with them, you resent them, fight against them. When you’ve never been given any, you feel the lack of them your whole life.”

“The Marquis sighed. "I thought it was just a legend," he said. "Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City."
Old Bailey nodded, sagely

“The Marquis sighed. "I thought it was just a legend," he said. "Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City."
Old Bailey nodded, sagely: "What, the big white buggers? They're down there. I had a friend lost a head to one of them."
A moment of silence.
"It was OK," gurned Old Bailey with a grin that was most terrible to behold. "He had another.”

“I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.”

Before the Devil breaks you, first he will make you love him.

Before the Devil breaks you, first he will make you love him.

“The colonizer writes the history, winning twice: A theft of land. A theft of witness.”

“Because I’m not enough, she thought. That was the terrible echo shouting up at her: Fraud, fraud, fraud. She got drunk and talked too much and danced on tables. She had a temper and a sharp tongue, and she often blurted out things she instantly regretted. Worst of all, she suspected that was who she truly was—not so much a bright young thing as a messy young thing.”

“We are a country built by immigrants, dreams, daring, and opportunity. We are a country built by the horrors of slavery and genocide, the injustice of racism and exclusion.
These realities exist side by side. It is our past and present. The future is unwritten.
This is a book about ghosts.
For we live in a haunted house.”