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

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.

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

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.

Once, I ordered two thousand lady bugs from the local garden center and set them loose in the atrium. I sprinkled marigold seeds in the ficus planters and put gold fish in the lobby fountain. These are things I did with no consequences, no repercussions. My nineteen detentions were for smart answers and missed homework. There is no equivalent punishment for making the world a stranger place.

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