Samantha

“My heart feels zested. Finely shredded and ready to add to cake batter. It doesn’t hurt, because it’s not there anymore. Like the angel’s chest, with her empty heart hole—but without the sparkler.”
― Laini Taylor, Night of Cake & Puppets

“No, I have to lure him out, like a will-o’-the-wisp, tease him deeper and deeper into the forest until he is lost and doomed. Without the forest or the doom—just the luring. Like a Venus flytrap that says I am a delicious flower come taste me and then snap! Devour. Without the devouring. Well, maybe a little devouring.”
― Laini Taylor, Night of Cake & Puppets

“If you're going to think and be depressed, you might as well do it with pie, right?”
― Lish McBride, Necromancer

“I cup the bead in my hand and smile as I drift toward sleep, wondering what my rainy days are going to look like now. As good as my snowy ones, I think. I’m going to need a bigger umbrella.”
― Laini Taylor, Night of Cake & Puppets