Daughter of Smoke and Bone

“Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

She understood now why pain was the tithe for magic: It was more powerful than joy. Than anything.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.”

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

game How much would your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?

It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such

Yasri, parrot-beaked and human-eyed, a frill of orange curls escaping her kerchief. She was carrying a platter of fruit and a pitcher of wine.
And Brimstone, of course—he was the star of the sketchbooks. Here he was shown with Kishmish perched on the curl of one of his great ram’s horns. In the fantastical stories Karou told in her sketchbooks, Brimstone dealt in wishes. Sometimes she called him the Wishmonger; other times, simply “the grump

There was Issa, serpent from the waist down and woman from the waist up, with the bare, globe breasts of Kama Sutra carvings, the hood and fangs of a cobra, and the face of an angel.
Giraffe-necked Twiga, hunched over with his jeweler’s glass stuck in one

To stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.

It was like trying to call up a melody while another song played.