He was saying that the end of the world wasn't an accident; it was a joke.

Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.' The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.' The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. 'Then I won't bother with magic.

You really dug your own grave,” he mutters. “And I’m going to bury you in it.” “Say that louder,” I tell him, under my breath. “I dare you.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

God, I hate you,” she says. “So much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearrange her brain for her own good? Does it make you feel better, Cassel? Does it? Because from my perspective, it really sucks.