I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

We want you. We wanted you yesterday, we want you today and we'll want you tomorrow. There's nothing you could do to change that.

But there's a beginning in an end, you know? It's true that you can't reclaim what you had, but you can lock it up behind you. Start fresh.

Owain told me about the beautiful, fair-haired Vesta. It took me several minutes to work out that Vesta was a horse, and that Owain was possibly in love with her.

No part of you is dark or ugly,' I said sharply, squeezing his hand. 'Not to me, not ever. Do you understand?

I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.