We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.

I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over time.

A second book that makes you rethink the first book is the Holy Grail of a series.

It’s hard to look at Barron now, but I do. He’s smirking. His black hair and black suit make him into a shadow, as if I conjured some dark mirror of myself.

The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.

But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?

A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.