A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.

Yesterday when we went over the plan again and again, I never thought about Grandad showing up. Because I'm an idiot, basically--an idiot with poor planning skills. Of course he's here. Where else would he be? Seriously, what else could go wrong?

After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.

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

Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.

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

There is nothing for her beyond those gates," Gavriel said. "Do you think to bring her along like a talisman to remind you of your humanity? Or do you think sharing your damnation will lighten the burden of it?