Eárin Devine

“He rolls his eyes. “As a prince of Faerie, I flatly refuse to leave cash. It’s inelegant.” Tiernan shakes his head at both of us, then pokes at the foodstuffs, selecting a handful of nuts. “Gift cards are worse,” Oak says when I do not respond. “I would bring shame on the entire Greenbriar line if I left a gift card.” At that, I can’t help smiling a little, despite my heavy heart. “You’re ridiculous.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“His hand touches my back lightly, making me shiver. “Do you know what I admire about you?” Truly, I cannot imagine what he will say next. “That you never stopped being angry,” he tells me. “It can be brave to hate. Sometimes it’s like hope.” I hadn’t felt brave in the Court of Teeth. Or hopeful. I had felt only a clawing desperation, as though I was forever drowning in some vast sea, gulping seawater as I sank, and then just when I felt I was going to let myself drop beneath the waves, something would make me kick one more time. Maybe that thing was hate. Hating requires going on, even when you can no longer believe in any better future.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“I look pretty. The kind of pretty that allows monsters to deceive people into forests, into dances where they will find their doom.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“And this is the impossible universe, where nothing good ever happens.”
― Ashley Poston, Geekerella