"What innocence you harbour," said The Raven to The Dove, "if you never suffer sorrow, you can never hope for love." "I beg your mercy, shadowed one," The Dove replied in turn, "but the love you gain through pity cannot match the love you earn."
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
—Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone (via sewnthistle)