Holly Black
Holly Black
Holly Black née Riggenbachis an American writer and editor best known for The Spiderwick Chronicles, a series of children's fantasy books she created with writer and illustrator Tony DiTerlizzi, and a trilogy of Young Adult novels officially called the Modern Faerie Tales trilogy. Her 2013 novel Doll Bones was named a Newbery Medal honor book...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth10 November 1971
CityWest Long Branch, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
Oh- and grab the plastic bag over by my suitcase." I slug down the last of the coffee and get up. The bag contains panty hose. I put them on her desk. "They're for you." "You want me to look homeless, desperate, but also kind of fabulous?
Magic gives you a lot of choices," Grandad says. "Most of them are bad.
Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.
It’s just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he’d forget my water or food and I’d cry and cry and cry.” She stops talking and looks out the window. “I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.
Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.' The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.' The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. 'Then I won't bother with magic.
The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.
I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.
I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.
Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?
Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.
Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.
If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.
My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.
And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.