#98

We pity you, each and everyone of you. For what you do to your children. They are not born evil. But you force them to kill and hurt and hate until there is nothing left inside of them— of you.

Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

#96

A girl like that, Grandpa said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings. She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

Holly Black, Black Heart