The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

by Holly Black

“Gavriel, we have to go. Stop being so scary.”

She was unprepared for how much the way into Coldtown looked like a shoddily run DMV.

He’s not a bad-looking guy, if you don’t mind a side serving of lunatic raving.

If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.

“Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.”

It was almost funny, the way she couldn’t wear a single outfit without ruining it.

It won’t happen, no matter how much they cackle about it in their crypts and catacombs.

this is just a funny sentence, the use of 'cackle', the alliteration, it makes me giggle every time I read it

“How are you?” he asked softly. “Well,” Tana said, “every new outfit I get, I manage to ruin within a few hours.”

Resting there, smiling, his arm around her, felt a little like being out on a very dangerous date.

They see themselves in you and are blinded.”

this is good

All the vampire hunters must have started out like this, with barely any supplies and a serious grudge.

We all wind up drawn to what we’re afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.

Gavriel, who’d put aside revenge for a little while to go on an adventure with her.

with every move she knew she’d won the day because she’d survived it.

And if she could go back and do all those crazy, impossible things, then maybe she could be crazy enough to go forward and save herself, too.

“I love you, you see—and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn’t terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.”

this sounds like Cardan

It’s a rare enough thing to find someone who can see me the way I am, no less to peer down into dark parts of my heart, the parts of me even I don’t want to look at. You did that and you laughed at my jokes, too.

❤️❤️❤️