The funny thing about good people—people like Daneca—is that they really honestly don’t get the impulse toward evil. They have an incredibly hard time reconciling with the idea that a person who makes them smile can still be capable of terrible things. Which is why, although she’s accusing me of being a murderer, she seems more annoyed than actually worried about getting murdered. Daneca seems to persist in a belief that if I would just listen and understand how bad my bad choices are, I’d stop making them.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.

whatever you love, that is your weakness

If you keep it," Daneca says, "he'll have his claws in you." Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.

Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.

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.

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.