“Once upon a time, an angel and a devil pressed their hands to their hearts and started the apocalypse.”
I wont write a review or try to convince you to read this book. Maybe later. Maybe people consider them spoilers, but if after reading these quotes, you still don’t feel interested enough to read this series, then nothing can convince you. This was my first YA fantasy series. And I do mean the absolute first. This convinced me that maybe YA was worth reading after all.
“We are the beginning … We always have been. This time, let it be more than a beginning.”
“Wasn’t that what religions did? Squint at one another and declare, ‘My unprovable belief is better than your unprovable belief. Suck it.”
“People with secrets shouldn’t make enemies. People with destinies shouldn’t make plans.”
“It was not a happy ending but a happy middle–at last, after so many fraught beginnings.”
“There are maps in me but I am lost, and there are skies in me but they are dead.”
“Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.”
“In the legends, chimaera were sprung from tears and seraphim from blood, but in this moment they are, all of them, children of regret.”
“I’ve seen more stars than anyone alive. I’ve killed more stars than anyone will ever see.”
Maybe too many quotes, but I just couldn’t help it. They were so beautiful.
“What filled her wasn’t desire, but tenderness, and a profound gratitude that he lived, and she did, too. That he had found her, and that he had found her again. And… dear gods and stardust… yet again. Let that be the last time he ever needed to come looking for her.”
“You’re doing so well.” At being Thiago, she meant. “It’s a little eerie.”
“Eerie,” he repeated.
“Convincing. A few times I almost forgot–”
He didn’t let her finish. “Don’t forget. Not ever. Not for a second.” He drew in breath. “Please.”
So much behind that word. Please don’t forget I’m not a monster. Please don’t forget what I gave up. Please don’t forget me.”
“She’d spoken of their happiness as though it were an undeniable fact, no matter what happened–apart from everything else and not subject to it. It was a new idea for him, that happiness wasn’t a mystical place to be reached or won–some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it–but something to carry doggedly with you through everything, as humble and ordinary as your gear and supplies. Food, weapons, happiness.
With hope that the weapons could in time vanish from the picture.”
“The dead,” she said. “And we have plenty of dead between us, but the way we act, you’d think they were corpses hanging on to our ankles, rather than souls freed to the elements.” She looked up at the chimney overhead, as though she were imagining the souls it had conducted in its time. “They’re gone, they can’t be hurt anymore, but we drag their memory around with us, doing our worst in their name, like it’s what they’d want, for us to avenge them? I can’t speak for all the dead, but I know it’s not what I wanted for you, when I died.”
P.s. – If you haven’t read it yet, do start with the first book in the series – Daughter of Smoke and Bone