He looks like the good boy he's never been.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

As the last Seelie left the hall, Roiben, self-declared King of the Unseelie Court, nearly fell into his throne. Kaye tried to smile at him, but he was not looking at her. He was staring out across the brugh with eyes the color of falling ash. Corny had not stopped laughing.

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn

You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don’t know who I am at all. And either way I’m not happy.

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