The witchlight made his skin paler, his eyes more intently blue. They were the color of the water in the North Atlantic, where the ice drifted on its blue-black surface like the snow clinging to the dark glass pane of a window.

With God on your side, what does luck matter?

I tell so many lies, sweetheart," he said. "which one specifically?

And maybe I am a monster. I don't know the answer to that. But what I do know is that even if there's demon blood inside me, there is human blood inside me as well. And I couldn't love you like I do if I weren't at least a little bit human. Because demons want. But they don't love.

But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering

It isn't against the Law to be an idiot.

But you have to learn to bend a little," "Or you'll brake." -Clarissa Fray