If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

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

You're not the way everyone says you are," Kaye said, looking at him so fiercely that he couldn't meet her gaze. "I know you're not." "You know nothing of me," he said. He wanted to punish her for the trust he saw on her face, to raze it from her now so that he would be spared the sight of her when that trust was betrayed. He wanted to tell her he found her impossibly alluring, at least half enchanted, body bruised and scratched, utterly unaware she would not live past dawn. He wondered what she would say in the face of that.

And stupid. Brave and Stupid." Ravus smiled, but then his smile sagged. "But nothing can stop you from being terrible once you've learned how.

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.

There’s nothing like a gunshot to make you the life of the party.