There’s something about her—Cassel, I have met many evil men and women in my life. I have made deals with them, drank with them. I have done things that I myself have difficulty reconciling—terrible t...
There are no words for how much I will miss her, but I try to kiss her so that she'll know. I try to kiss her to tell her the whole story of my love, the way I dreamed of her when she was dead, the wa...
The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.
The three of you have one solution to every problem. No key fits every lock. Cardan gives us all a stern look, holding up a long-fingered hand with my stolen ruby ring still on one finger. Someone tr...
She tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.
She looks honestly upset, but then, I’ve learned that I can’t read her. The problem with a really excellent liar is that you have to just assume they’re always lying.
Love changes us, but we change how we love too.
It hurts to think of her, but I can't stop. It ought to hurt.After all, hell is supposed to be hot.
I like all the things that make you monstrous.
I know I shouldn’t love it as I do, stolen as I am from the mortal world, my parents murdered. But I love it all the same.
I think there are a lot of really positive aspects to social media for novelists. Even though our work is pretty solitary, through Twitter and Tumblr and Facebook and Instagram and blogging in general...
You didn't think I really liked you? Do you think I really like you now?He turned toward her, uncertainty in his face.You did go quite a lot of effort to be having this conversation, but... I don't wa...
What if the way I am is the way I am? What if, when everything else is different, I’m not?
We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.
There’s always something left to lose.
The disturbing thing about Cardan is how well he plays the fool to disguise his own cleverness.
That was how she felt, right then. As if there was too much of her, as if her skin was tight with muchness. She felt ripe to bursting.
Sam counts the money carefully. I watch him in the mirror. You know what I wish? he asks when he’s done.What?That someone would convert my bed into a robot that would fight other bed robots to the dea...
Ruthless. That’s my girl.
Remember that I’m still a monster. I can listen to you scream and cry and beg and I still won’t let you out.