Dreams of Gods and Monsters (Daughter of Smoke and Bone, #3)

by Laini Taylor

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil pressed their hands to their hearts and started the apocalypse.

She was a woman and would choose her own life.

“There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other.

“There is no acceptable level of collateral damage.”

How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?

Having hope was like dangling himself over a chasm and putting the rope in her hands. She could annihilate him if she wanted to.

How do you just thrust “I love you” out into the air? It needs waiting arms to catch it.

but in this moment they are, all of them, children of regret.

Maybe there was an intention. A plan, a fate. And maybe it hated them.

happiness wasn’t a mystical place to be reached or won—some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it—but something to carry doggedly with you through everything, as humble and ordinary as your gear and supplies. Food, weapons, happiness.

His whole body was taut. So was hers. They were violin strings, the pair of them, ready to sing.

There was only the present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn’t drive us mad.