Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.

My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.