You gonna count ’em out now? Because I’ll save you the trouble. There’s two.

Humanity is a cage, and our puritanical sensibilities comprise the bars. We are confined by our own reason and intellect, and yet most of us don’t even know it.

Solus walked over to the young brown-haired man and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, ignoring the look of panic he received in return. “You can call me Solus.” His golden eyes trailed...

But fairytales were, at best, dirty mirrors whose warped and pitted surfaces reflected a highly distorted view of the truth, quite different from reality.

Be careful what you wish for. Especially out loud.

and I am the air beneath your wings, never rending, never ending.

He was right. The annoying Disney song was right. The universe was too fucking small.

What was it about us, as humans, that drove us to make apologies for beautiful things?

You will not mock me—and you will let me finish. I have owned and lost a kingdom, and I have battled death. I have been through all that, and I will not chase after you...

Out running errands—be back before noon. I made a list of some things I like. Check the ones you’re interested in, underline any maybes, and cross off your no’s. I’m going to do two of...

Men who thought of themselves as gods fell the farthest, and the hardest.

Don’t tell me it’s going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker’s pinata!

She has built her whole life on the foundation of beauty: each chiseled plane, each sloping dimple, each soft curve as crucial as keystones in the cathedral of her body.

In her view, there were threeoptions for a woman. If you were beautiful, you got married. If youwere ugly, you became a nun. If you were beautiful and stupid, orugly and dishonorable, you became a...

Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.

I’m just playing coy; try harder.

In a fight between a shifter and a witch, the shifter would often win—but only if they could keep the witch from speaking, usually by severing the throat or tearing out the tongue. If the...

When we mated I felt your heart stop beating and it was as if the world had stopped turning. It was only while surrounded by death that I realized I had never felt more alive.

Hatred is as easy as slipping on a well-worn woolen cloak. If only it provided the comfort of one.

I take my babies rare, and my virgins over easy.

You think you’re superior to the others, don’t you? We’ll you’re not. In fact you’re worse for mistaking basic human decency for moral superiority.

Hatred is about possession. It is all-consuming, cruel, and vainglorious. When love is allowed to fester, it becomes twisted and corrupt; it settles deep in the heart…and metastasizes, sending its dark roots through the body...

We spend much of our lives going about completely blind to reality, and yet we still have the gall to act victimized when it invariably catches up to us.

He was a phoenix of blood, rising from the ashes of those who had fallen and suffered before him.

She said my glasses made me look like a butch jock’s locker room bitch.

Vol picks up the cup of tea in both hands and takes a long sip. Mm, grass-clippings. Her favourite.

Sometimes evil didn’t need an excuse. Sometimes evil just was.

A woman isn’t a whore for wanting pleasure. If it were unnatural, we would not be born with such drives.

I couldn’t tell anyone how I felt because I knew they wouldn’t understand. Oh, poor little Christina, falling for the bad man who treats her like dirt because she didn’t know any better. And isn’t...

If a woman defined herself solely by the man she was with—and vice versa—the world would be a very shallow and insipid place, indeed.

I was afraid and knew I had every right to be, but he had awakened a part of me that no longer cared.

A story unwritten is without beginning or end. But in its potential lies another story; and in the heartbeat before pen meets page, both stories exist at once, reflecting endless permutations of the other, before...

I bask in that sympathy because it’s nice to have somebody who cares, even if it’s the wrong person for the wrong reasons.

Such a dark green, his eyes. They reminded her of the forest, of all the dangers lying dormant behind that verdant cloak of leaves.

I am waltzing with death, flirting with him, but he stands there smiling and saying nothing because he does not need to woo or be wooed: he knows he gets us all in the end.

Bring death to those of Evenfall.

‘Better to have loved and lost,’ my ass.Anyone parroting that little platitude had obviously never lost anyone of consequence.

Welcome to Arizona, you bastard.

We both want you dead. I’m bringing the friendship bracelets to the next meeting.

Knowing and doing are two separate things, and don’t always sync up in life.

Did you think I’d only want you once? Oh, my, you are more naïve than I thought. Why would I go through so much trouble for a mere tryst? Does a man ride a stallion...

For a moment, the cardboard sets come crashing down to reveal that squalling monster, reality, locked up in the confines of its man-made cage. It is a fearsome thing, beautiful, inherent only to itself. Faced...

If evil had a laugh, she thought it would sound like his.

Everything’s just fucking Disney with you.

Life doesn’t come with an eraser. Experiences leave their mark, for better or for worse. Anyone who tells you otherwise has never been hurt.

Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn’t it? So easily burst, like a bubble blown by a child, and always on the verge of being carried away.

But then, if if sex were the same thing as math, a lot more people would be lining up to take calculus.

Like X-Box. And X-rated movies.

Valys also didn’t think I was good enough for him. He made that clear every time he acted like a martyr forced to settle. But what he didn’t understand was that if he thought I...

He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark.