He believed in dreams, in endings that people told you could never happen, in disappointments reversed and luck that lasted.

Love was like that, like a dream you didn't quite understand, one in which you didn't necessarily know what you were looking at until it was right in front of you.

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.

I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.

Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.

Abra DeMadrigal didn't look young enough to be my sister anymore. Her sorrow weighed her down and aged her. She was still beautiful, but she looked very far away. No wonder our people had raven eyes, so distant, so sad. No matter how wise she was, my mother looked like a woman who hadn't truely believed how much evil there was in our world. Not until this moment.