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“Her voice would die before she ran out of rage. She could scream a hole in her throat and come unraveled, fall to pieces like moth-chewed silk, and still, from the leftover shreds of her, the little pile of tatters, would pour forth this unending scream.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“He moved through his mind with the assuredness of an explorer and the grace of a poet.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“Hope was luster, and they had shone with it like twin pearls in an oyster.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“How people loved to see a dream shatter, thought Nova from far away. To see the dreamer hobbled and lamed, foundering in the shards of their broken hopes. This is what you get for believing that you could have more. You’re no better than us.
You’re nothing special.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares