She couldn’t imagine how anyone would want to forego the intimate experience of a book—pages whispering between the fingers, hurried glances at the colorful cover before immersing oneself again.
She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.
One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.
On the eve of the shadow crescent...Watch the Vampire burn.
Now tell me the truth, he said. Why are you doing this? She cringe from him. I told you why. I know you still love me. He smiled. I can see it in your face. Mimi sneered. We are with Lucifer now; we h...
Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.
Mimi walked out of church, knowing that if she ever saw Jack again, she would have to kill him.
Mimi collapsed to the ground, as if her heart had imploded in her chest.
Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.
Malefient’s
Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.
Looking for Narnia? You’re in the wrong universe
Let’s go. I have a party to throw. And someone to throw it at.
Leave it alone Schuyler. For your sake and mine.
Leave him.Mimi held Kingsley's gaze. I can't...
Kingsley, ever the joker, had his Venator mark tattooed near his unmentionables
Joanna looked down at
Jane
It's not you she hates, Schuyler. It's me. She just turned her anger outward because she couldn't bring herself to hate whom she loves.
It was true what they said about mothers and sons: it was a special bond, a mutual admiration society.