Laini Taylor
Laini Taylor
Laini Tayloris an American young-adult fantasy author. She is best known for the Karou or Daughter of Smoke and Bone series, whose third book appeared in 2014...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth11 December 1971
CountryUnited States of America
girl missing magic
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.
magic wish
Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.
pain magic ugly
...magic was ugly—-a hard bargain with the universe, a calculus of pain.
children heart magic
Magic won't save us. The power it would take to conjure on such a scale, the tithe would destroy us. The only hope...is hope. You don't need tokens for it- it's in your heart or nowhere. And in your heart, child, it had been stronger than I have ever seen.
hurt magic littles
Life doesn’t need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn’t hurt.)
magic wish false-hope
Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.
magic shapes bones
...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.
dream hurt magic
Which is what one always hopes will happen: for life to take over and be bigger and more marvelous than what we can dream up on our own. Life doesn’t need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn't hurt.)
soul body may
Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.
daughter home journey
It was a bold, wild life for a faerie - most never even left their forests - but she was a bold, wild lass, and so were her daughter and granddaughter after her, and their place in the world was everywhere and nowhere, like gypsies on wing. No home had they but their caravans and campfires, and no family but the one they'd cobbled together of crows, creatures and kindred souls they'd met on their endless journey round and round the world.
draft happen hotel last nights pass possible second three
During my second draft pass on my last book I made 20,000 words happen in a week, which is practically supernatural for me, and it would never have been possible without three nights in a hotel in my own city.
night shining spun
The thing he wished for most was a thing he had never wished for at all, not until he had discovered her. And it came true that night, and many nights after. A brief and shining span of happiness, it was the pivot point around which his whole life spun.
war hero tired
Some would assert that Providence was at work shaking out its pockets in Humanity's lap. Other would argue for that mindless choreographer, Chance. Either way it was a simple thing: a lost diary fell into the hands of a soul-sick war hero on a train from Bombay to Jaipur just when he'd grown tired of the scenery and needed something to keep his thoughts from the minefield of his wretched thoughts. In such mild ways is the groundwork laid for first kisses and ruined lives.
girl angel once-upon-a-time
Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.