I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like DYING.

The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

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.

Refills are free,” the waitress tells us with a frown, like she’s hoping we’re not the kind of people who ask for endless refills. I am already pretty sure we are exactly those people.

A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.

Put your puppet on the throne." said Talathain. "You may make her Queen but she won’t be Queen for long.

You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.