Daughter of Smoke and Bone

“Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.

“Dull sounds nice,” he said, letting his eyes flutter closed. “Maybe I can catch up on my reading.”

“Right? I know. How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?”

I don’t know many rules to live by,” he’d said. “But here’s one. It’s simple. Don’t put anything unnecessary into yourself. No poisons or chemicals, no fumes or smoke or alcohol, no sharp objects, no inessential needles—drug or tattoo—and… no inessential penises, either.”

“Inessential penises?” Karou had repeated, delighted with the phrase in spite of her grief. “Is there any such thing as an essential one?”

“When an essential one comes along, you’ll know,

She understood now why pain was the tithe for magic: It was more powerful than joy. Than anything.

Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.”

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

game How much would your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?

It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such