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Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns.
— Leigh Bardugo
children's writer, novelist, writer, executive producer, journalist
1975
Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns.
Truth means something different when it's given freely.
Let the hounds give chase. I do not fear death, because I command it.
The names they gave were false ones, though the vows they made were true.
It's the people who never learn the word
To me, beauty is a commodity and that's the way it's treated in my books. It has power, and though that power is limited, some characters understand that better than others.
YA fiction tends to have a finite quality. You're looking toward a goal - prom or graduation or revolution - and we leave these characters after a moment of tremendous transformation.
She remembered the first time she’d seen him at the Menagerie. He paid Tante Heleen for information—stock tips, political pillow talk, anything the Menagerie’s clients blabbed about when drunk or giddy on bliss. He never visited Heleen’s girls, though plenty would have been happy to take him up to their rooms. They claimed he gave them the shivers, that his hands were permanently stained with blood beneath those black gloves, but she’d recognized the eagerness in their voices and the way they tracked him with their eyes.
Nikolai had been told that hope was dangerous, had been warned of it many times. But he’d never believed that. Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.
Everyone mourns the first blossom.
Sisters in battle, I am shield and blade to you. As I breathe, your enemies will know no sanctuary. While I live, your cause is mine.
What is she to you anyway?"
We can’t help the way we’re born. We can’t help what we are, only what life we choose to make for ourselves.
