Around the world, black handprints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky.
In a dark and dusty shop, a devil's supply of human teeth grown dangerously low.
And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherwordly war.
Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real; she's prone to disappearing on mysterious "errands"; she speaks many languages--not all of them human; and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she's about to find out.
When one of the strangers--beautiful, haunted Akiva--fixes his fire-colored eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?This awesome description doesn't even begin to do the book justice. It is all of that plus SO MUCH MORE. I love this book so much that on a recent business trip to Prague (one of the settings of the book) I dressed up as the main character Karou and took pictures pretending to be her. By myself. With a tripod and a camera remote. At 7:00am. I woke up early so I could do it before my conference and to avoid the crowds. I got pretty into it (action shots anyone?) and had a blast. I'm missing a beaded necklace and a few tattoos, but I did my best to "be" Karou. Here are some of the shots from that morning along with some of my favorite quotes from the book. If you've read the book maybe you can guess which scenes I had in mind- I don't want to give too many clues or spoilers for those who haven't had the pleasure of reading it yet. And yes- this is full fledged book obsession/geeking out. Proud of it.
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“She had been innocent once,
a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair.”
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“Hope can be a powerful
force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for
most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost
like magic.”
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| “Karou was mysterious. She had no apparent family, she never talked about herself, and she was expert at evading questions--for all that her friends knew of her background, she might have sprung whole from the head of Zeus. And she was endlessly surprising. Her pockets were always spilling out curious things: ancient bronze coins, teeth, tiny jade tigers no bigger than her thumbnail. She might reveal, while haggling for sunglasses with an African street vendor, that she spoke fluent Yoruba." |
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“She knocked and waited,
because when the door was opened from within, it had the potential to lead
someplace quite different.”
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“It's not like there's a law
against flying."
"Yes there is. The law of gravity.” |
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| "If you want to see my palms, just ask" *Thanks Jeni for getting me the beautiful hand hamsas from Turkey! |
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“Karou wished she could be
the kind of girl who was complete unto herself, comfortable in solitude,
serene. But she wasn't. She was lonely, and she feared the missingness within
her as if it might expand and...cancel her."
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“The streets of Prague were a
fantasia scarcely touched by the twenty-first century—or the twentieth or
nineteenth, for that matter. It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its
medieval cobbles once trod by golems, mystics, invading armies. Tall houses glowed
goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo plasterwork
and capped in roofs of uniform red. Baroque cupolas were the soft green of
antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels.
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Thank you, Laini Taylor, for creating such an amazing world and characters that I love so much!
