Every time I think I’m getting wiser, more in control of my actions, I go slamming into a situation that makes me excruciatingly aware that all I’ve succeeded in doing is swapping one set of delusions for a more elaborate, attractive set of delusions

I can smell you, Ms. Lane," he said, even more softly. "The only blood on you is from your veins, not your womb." My head whipped to the left and I stared at him. Ok, that was one of the more disturbing things he'd ever said to me.

We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't.

How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?

We are not perfect. What god is Examine yours. According to your mythos he was so disappointed with his initial efforts creating your race that he tried again. At least we imprisoned our mistakes. Your god permits his to roam free. At a mere few thousand years old your creation myths are far more absurd than ours.

He goes for stark versus accessorized, dark over bright, jewel tone instead of pastel, carnal over flirty.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.