Have any of you read Daughter of Smoke and Bone? Like fantasy, star-crossed lovers, and explorations of the morality of war? It might be for you. And here is the sequel, Days of Blood and Starlight, with its gorgeous cover. A little bit darker than the first one, and it takes a bit longer to get off the ground than I would have liked, but it was an entertaining read that had me tearing up at points. Laini Taylor also made some amazing observations about our choices in life and the nature of responsibility.
It is terrifying to realize that this is real. I could still back out. But I refuse to fail.
There is a storm coming, in the east. Great dark clouds roll. Boil up from nothing. Even when you see a storm coming you do not know its nature. The clouds loom low over all of heaven.
Wind, springing forward, wind flees, wind carries. The storm rolls, the trees tremble but their leaves are greener than they have ever been. This is what fear denies. This is what fear would turn away from, the majesty of the storm. The way the whole world dances and bows low.
What is more gratifying than to lie next to your partner in your own bed mornings, thoughts just beginning to take shape, sharp-edged early light coming through the window and warming a patch of floor where your shoes are mixed with hers from the night before? What is more fulfilling than waking to your own satisfying life with someone treasured next to you? What more could we ask for and not be ashamed?
If you see that some aspect of your society is bad, and you want to improve it, there is only one way to do so: you have to improve people. And in order to improve people, you begin with only one thing: you can become better yourself.
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.
I don’t want my happiness to be dependent on anyone else’s suffering.