You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

There is nothing for her beyond those gates," Gavriel said. "Do you think to bring her along like a talisman to remind you of your humanity? Or do you think sharing your damnation will lighten the burden of it?

I'm not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the cafeteria. But actually trusting someone when they have nothing to gain from me just doesn't make sense. All friendships are negotiations of power.