She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.

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

There are no words for how much I will miss her, but I try to kiss her so that she'll know. I try to kiss her to tell her the whole story of my love, the way I dreamed of her when she was dead, the way that every other girl seemed like a mirror that showed me her face. The way my skin ached for her. The way that kissing her made me feel like I was drowning and like I was being saved all at the same time. I hope she can taste all that, bittersweet, on my tongue.

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.

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

Life's full of opportunities to make crappy decisions that feel good. And after the first one, the rest get a whole lot easier.