So most people go around with grimy machinery, when all it would take is a bit of spit and polish to make them paladins once more, bold knights and true.

September did not want to feel for the Marquess. That’s how villains get you, she knew. You feel badly for them, and next thing you know, you’re tied to train tracks. But her wild, untried heart opened up another bloom inside her, a dark branch heavy with fruit.

Readers will always insist on adventures, and though you can have grief without adventures, you cannot have adventures without grief.

He tried to reconstruct the story in his mind, but it kept getting confused, bleeding into itself like watercolors.

I am freedom and I will eat your heart

After love, no one is what they were before.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.