Days of Blood & Starlight (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #2)

by Laini Taylor

The vengeance that had sustained him all these years was gone, and in its place was an ash pit

Ugh her writing is gorgeous

the irony started him laughing and he couldn’t stop, and the sounds that came from him, before finally tapering into sobs, were so far from mirth they might have been the forced inversion of laughter—like

“It’s my superpower,” he had said. “Extreme be-with-able-ness.”

Banter top tier in this series

Or… perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

jewel—a paradise waiting for them to find it and fill it with their happiness. This was not that world.

Why can’t they just leave us alone? she wanted to scream, but she didn’t. She knew it was a childish thought, that the wars and hates of the world were too big for her to understand, and that she was no more important in the scheme of things than these moths and adderflies drifting in their shafts of light.

How life feels right now with billionaires

I am important, though, she insisted to herself. And so was Sarazal, and so were the moths and the adderflies,

And this is also what I try to remember so I don't give up

It was the worst kind of silence, but a good kind of closeness. These weren’t her folk, but… they were, and maybe that meant that anyone could be anyone’s, which was a sort of nice thing to think,

“Here’s one from yesterday, um, Bakersfield, California.

Love when the weird small towns I grew up in/near are mentioned. This book is exactly for me right now, with Prague, Morocco....

She got that dorky song “Rock the Casbah” stuck in her head

Dorky?!! Uh the best

But Hazael only said, “I brought you a present.”

I need more adorable Hazael 😭

A mere six soldiers into a maelstrom of enemy wings—it was suicide, and could end in only one way.

in their doom infinitely more alive than their comrades who went the other way with every expectation of survival.

It would be a day of death and terror, like so many other days, too many other days, and one—or was it two?—renegade seraphim couldn’t hope to save many lives. Maybe some, though.

And he did. When Sveva fled, Rath stayed and fought with the rebels. And died with them,

God damn it Miss Taylor!!!

“Sorry,” said Mik. “I think you neutralized our capacity for surprise. You should have started with that, and then told us you raise the dead.”

She had tried to draw Madrigal before, but found her hand deflecting her pencil into some other effort. She was afraid—of getting it wrong, of getting it right,

“Oh. No, that’s not me. That’s Ziri. He’s…” It felt too brutal to say he was the last living member of her tribe, so she said only, “He’s Kirin, too.”

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