Daughter of Smoke & Bone (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #1)

by Laini Taylor

For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable.

“Inessential penises?”

Baroque cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels.

My life is blood because my world is beasts.