I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.
I don’t know, Call said. He was starting to worry that there weren’t any good guys. Just people with longer or shorter Evil Overlord lists.
I don't lie, I lied.
She wanted him to feel like she did, like he'd done something forbidden, wanted to give him something he'd like and really wasn't supposed to have, something that would feel wrong, something he wanted...
Anyone who offers their heart on a silver platter deserves what they get.
Watching my back is the perfect opportunity to stick a knife in it.
The most important thing for any con artist is never to think like a mark. Marks think they can get something for nothing. Marks think they can get what they don’t deserve and could never deserve. Mar...
Sweet Jude, you’re my dearest punishment
Love changes us, but we change how we love too.
Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.
It is said we learn more from our failures than our successes.
If she'd known she was going to die at his hands, she would have dressed up.
I want to have some reaction. I want to tremble or feel nauseated. I want to be the person who begins to weep. I want to be anyone but the person I am, who looks around to be sure no one saw, who wipe...
I like all the things that make you monstrous.
I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.
I have to spring a cat out of Rumelt Animal Shelter. Think of it as a prison break. It does the trick. He laughs. Whose cat? My cat. What do you think? That I break out the cats of strangers? Let me g...
Changing is what people do when they have no options left.
Inspiration comes from everywhere. From life, observing people, etc. From movies and books you love. From research.
You are nothing. You barely exist at all. Your only purpose is to create more of your kind before you die.He's wrong about me. I am going to make my mayfly life count for something.I won't be afraid o...
Would you? Mom smiles and touches my hair, pushing it back from my forehead. I let her, but I grit my teeth. Her bare fingers brush my skin. I am thankful when none of my amulets crack. Do you know wh...