Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason for it. I would never forget his smile. It had illuminated him from the inside out.
Karen Marie MoningOn the lips of my enemy, my sisterโs lover, my loverโs killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.
Karen Marie MoningLife is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me thereโd be days like these. How could nobody tell me thereโd be days like these? How could they let me grow up like thatโhappy and pink and stupid?
Karen Marie MoningThere are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light.
Karen Marie Moning