All great acts are ruled by intention. What you mean is what you get.

That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.

It's strange, but seeing something broken is somehow worse when you can tell that it used to be beautiful.

All great acts are ruled by intention. What you mean is what you get.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how dark the world gets. You can be saved by the smallest thing.

But what Davenport had been born into had taken so much from her, leaving her with just the wickedest and the worst. Her father had given her life, and then taken every scrap of joy or freedom, and even now that he was dead, all he had left her with was a deep, abiding hatred for what she was.

The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.