Melissa Grey Quotes

...I like to be around all these books. They're very good at making you forget your troubles. It's like having a million friends, wrapped in paper and scrawled in ink

But think carefully on it. Names are not a thing to be rushed. There's power in names.

The young always think they're invincible, right until the moment they learn otherwise. Usually, the hard way

Besides" - Jasper smiled, teeth pearly white and predatory - "it'll be a cold day in hell when I complain about having a hot piece like you in my bed.

The girl smiled, and the Ala knew she would not be returning to the Nest alone that day. She had gone to the library in search of hope, but what she'd found instead was a child. It would take her many years to realize that the two were not so different after all.

She was fond of books. They were an escape from responsibilities,

Echo lived her life according to two rules, the first of which was simple: don't get caught.
........ Some rules it would seam were meant to be broken..........
Rule number two, Echo thought snagging a pork bun from a food stall as she sailed past it. If you do get caught, run.

One needs only a single match to start a fire

[Echo] dumped her backpack on the floor besides the door. "Children," she called, "I'm home."
Ivy popped her head out of the bathroom door on the opposite side of the room, long, snowy hair-feathers gleaming in the dim light.
"Oh, thank the gods," she answered, wiping her hands on a washcloth as she walked over to Echo. "If I had to listen to Jasper whine about his poultice one more time, I was going to gag him."
"Excuse me, young lady, I do not whine," Jasper said, angling his head to glare at Ivy. "I lament."
Ivy rolled her eyes. "You're nineteen, Jasper. Don't you 'young lady' me.

Finders keepers. Asshole.

He sounded so confident, but Echo had a feeling that it was feigned certainty, put on for her benefit. The notion that he was trying to make her feel better, even in a minor way, made the tiny, broken things inside her flutter, as though maybe they were considering gluing themselves back together. She like the way his voice sounded in the dark, soft and low, as if it was meant just for her. She closed her eyes and buried her face in the sheets.

Humans make art to remember and be remembered," said Caius. "Art is their weapon against forgetting.