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

People make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.

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 things I had were mine and some of them were broken, but they were real. They were so very far from nothing.

The world is full of unused corners.

I had only to remember that centuries before, men fell in battle for the daughter of Troy, that passions carried greater weight than decorum. It took so little to prove that human life and property are devastatingly temporary. All she had to do was lie down for a prince. They burned the city to the ground.

I fell headfirst into a sinkhole of pretty things, and the world inside your eyelids is just as big as the one outside.