We walked through the streets with our protectors. We wore our dresses. We gave up our education because that was the price of safety. That was the bargain we made with the devil we knew...

I ache to hear her tell me she loves me, but forcing her to put words to how she feels pushes her further into the silence she seems comfortable calling home now. I tell myself...

And for me, it means honoring those who’ve loved me and sacrificed for me by choosing to be the kind of warrior who delivers justice even when it threatens to hurt me.

I reach up and pat them both on the head. “Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you’d be kissing him every chance you had, too.

Maybe that’s what love is. Giving others the power to hurt you and trusting that they’ll use it to heal you instead.

Please tell me you’re not that stupid.Rachel to Melkin

Let Ian laugh. Let him believe pain will ruin me. I know better. I’ve already been ruined once, and I know how to rise from the ashes. I know how to find my broken pieces.

Talking to her is like coming home and finding the furniture in every room rearranged. The same pieces are there, the same sense of comfort, but nothing is exactly the where you’d expect.

Silent acquiescence in the face of tyranny is no better than outright agreement.

Forget math and peotry. Especially poetry.

You’re worth so much more than anything I can give you. If you can’t believe that right now, believe in me.

I’m honor-bound not to struggle with this since you just retrieved it all by yourself. Please do me the courtesy of pretending this is hard for you as well.

Sylph and Jodi return to my side, each carrying a cloth sack full of chickweed. I wrap my arm around Sylph’s waist and give her a quick squeeze. “Lesson’s over for today. I have something...

Death is an insatiable creature with greedy hands.

Tears aren’t for the people we’ve lost. They’re for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

There are much more important qualities to have than a docile disposition.

I promised I will always protect you. You’ve been wounded badly because I’ve failed to keep that promise.[…]But I won´t fail you in this, Rachel. no matter what has happened. No matter what you’ve done....

It’s probably my job to tell you life isn’t fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I’ll tell you that hope is precious, and you’re right not to give up.

Healing is the hardest thing you’ll ever do.’ ~Quinn