Maybe all you can do, when your world is burning, is hold on to the thing you love the most.

And I have to admit that there is something undeniably fulfilling about hunting with Rosie. Somehow, it makes me feel as if the long list of differences between us doesn't exist. We're dressed the same, we fight the same enemy, we win together ... It's as though for that moment I get to be her, the one who isn't covered in thick scars, and she gets to understand what it is to be me. It's different than hunting with Silas-he and I are partners, not part of the same heart.

How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

It's just that it's impossible to be a broken or whole person. You can only be a person. You can only exist, you can only belong to yourself, and you can only be responsible for your own happiness or belonging or whatever. That broken-part-piece-whole thing is just a trick of the mortal mind.

I am confident, I am capable, and I will not wait to be rescued by a woodsman or a hunter.

Making fake promises while wearing a fancy dress... that isn't enough. Promises take more work than that.

Books didn't make me wallow in darkness, darkness made me wallow in books.