* Spoilers are highlighted like so :)
“You’ve slain a dragon, Simon. Surely you can manage a long walk and a few buses.”
“Baz was sure I’d singed off his eyebrows, but he looked fine to me—not a hair out of place. Typical.”
“Footballer mansion … Magickal boarding school … They both seem like crap in the light of day. (Especially when you wake up in a room with seven other discards.)”
“But no one loves magic like I do.”
“Siegfried and fucking Roy, Penny, I know that it’s serious.”
“It’s the good things that’ll drive you mad with missing them.”
“Also, I felt sorry for you,” she said. “You were holding your want backwards.”
“But at Watford, magic is just the air that we breathe. It’s what makes me part of something bigger, not the thing that sets me apart.”
“Fuck the Wavering Wood.”
“Out, out, damned spot!” * (I need this spell to be real.)
“I don’t expect people who come to my house to obey whatever’s cross-stitched on the throw pillows.”
“He is our greatest threat. And you are our greatest hope.”
“We can’t just stop living because we’re at war.”
“My mother says you should never have more people in your life than you could defend from a hungry rakshasa.”
“Father Christmas isn’t real,” I day, “but the Tooth Fairy is. There’s no rhyme or reason to this stuff.”
“And what does it mean to take care of power? Do you use it? Conserve it? Keep it out of the wrong hands?”
“Should we teach only poets to read?”
“...didn’t care if magic was real at that moment. Because roast beef and Yorkshire pudding are fucking real as rain.)”
“And they become more powerful,” she went on, “the more that they’re said and read and written, in specific, consistent combinations.”
“Clear the air!”
“No! I don’t! I want to be someone’s right now, Simon, not their happily ever after. I don’t want to be the prize at the end. The thing you get if you beat all the bosses.”
“(Definitely more disappointed in my queerness than my undeadness.)”
“Float like a butterfly”
“Actually, I don’t know if he ever is happy. It’s like he’s got two emotions—pissed off and sadistically amused.”
“My road to hell isn’t paved with good intentions—or bad—it’s just my road.”
“I won’t,” I say. “I’ve never turned my back on you. And I’m not starting now.”
“And then he kisses me.”
“He’s so cold, and the world is so hot.”
“I wonder how long he’s wanted this. I wonder how long I’ve wanted it.”
“Sunlight burns me,” I say. He shrugs. “Me, too.”
“The kissing. That’s new. The wanting to kiss.”
“I’m in love with him. And he likes this better than fighting.”
“What a pair of splendid morons you are!”
“Can I be in love with a supervillain?”
“What you are is a fucking tragedy, Simon Snow. You literally couldn’t be a bigger mess.”
“Because we match.”
“You saved the day, you courageous fuck. You absolute nightmare.”
“Everything is starting to make sense.”
“He’s still everything else he’s always been—brave, honest, inflammably handsome (even with that fucking tail)—but I don’t think he wants to hear all that.”
“Don’t let me be one of the things that keeps you from peace, Mother. I’m all right.”
“I was eleven years old, and I’d lost my mother, and my soul, and the Crucible gave me you.”
“Simon Snow, I choose you.”
“It’s just—I really hoped there’d be sandwiches.”
But maybe I’ll honour her memory by fucking right off, the way she tried to.”
“I never thought there was a path that would lead to both of us alive.
HAAAA!! OMG, these lines are GOLD. I htink this officially went on my TBR pile after this post!
ReplyDeleteNice, yeah I would definitely recommend this one. It has a great story and is really funny at times.
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