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.

What is it? For what do you scheme? Ethine's death would weigh on you and the stain of her blood would seep into your skin" "Do you know what they wish for when they give you the Unseelie crown?" Roiben's tone was soft, like he was telling a secret. Kaye could barely catch his words. "That you be made of ice. What makes you think it matters what I feel? What makes you think I feel anything at all?

Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.