I found a lot of quotes in this one that I like. They are all on the long side, but all beautiful.
Sometimes, maybe most of the time, she forgot to see Brimestone. He as so familiar that when she looked at him she saw not a beast, but the creature who for reasons unknown, had raised her from a baby, and not without tenderness. But he could still strike her speechless at times, such as when he used that tone of voice. It slithered like a hiss to the core of her consciousness and opened her eyes tot he full, fearsome truth of him. Brimestone was a Monster.
~ Karou on Brimestone
She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil’s lair. She wasn’t innocent now, but she didn’t know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.
It was like stepping into the pages of a book – a book alive with color and fragrance, filth and chaos – and the blue haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if the whole place were a story about her.
~ Akiva on Karou
What people fixed on, stopping to watch him pass, were his eyes. they were amber like a tiger’s, and like a tiger’s they were rimmed in black – the black both of heavy lashes and of kohl, which focused the gold of his irises like beams of light. They were pure and luminous, mesmerizing and achingly beautiful, but something was wrong, was missing. Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves. When, coming around a corner, an old woman found herself in his path, the full force of his gaze fell on her, and she gasped.
There was fire in his eyes. She was sure he would set her alight.
~ about Akiva
He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil’s magic, and after that another, until all bore the black hand print.
In far reaches of the world, Hazael and Liraz were doing the same. Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin.
And it would being with fire.
~ Akiva on the burning of the doorways
He looked at her. Just looked. His gaze was heat across her cheeks, her lips. I twas touch. His eyes were hypnotic, his brows black and velvet. He was copper and shadow, honey and menace, the severity of knife-blade cheekbones and a widow’s peak like the point of a dagger. All that and the muted snap of invisible fire, and facing him, Karou was jolted into the hum of blood and magic, and something else.
~ Karou on Akiva
How could he just tell her? He was reeling. Here was the impossible, and it was beautiful, and it was terrible, and it flayed open his chest to show that his heart, numb for so long, was still vital and beating…just so it could be ripped out again, after all these years?
~ Akiva on figuring out who Karou is
“You are not just going to vanish like this, Karou. This is not some goddamn Narnia book.”
Two days and two unending nights, and her eyes were darting, hungry. Her heart was gasping, empty. Whatever resistance had been in her, she gave it up. Her hands knew what they wanted: They wanted Akiva, the spark and heat of him. Even in the warmth of her Moroccan spring she was cold, as if they only with a chance of warming her was him.
She knew what she wanted. She wanted what her hands wanted: to touch Akiva, and not just with her fingertips, and not with caution, and now with fear or causing him pain. She wanted to hold him and be held, in soft perfect unity, like slow-dancing. She wanted to fit herself to him, breathe him, come alive against him, discover him, hold his as he held hers, with tenderness. With love.
Such a little thing, and brittle, and the sound it made; a sharp clean snap.
~ about the wishbone
“Love is a luxury.”
“No. Love is an elemetn.”
~ Akiva and Madrigal
“Hope? Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”
~ Brimetone on hope