The illusions it had woven for me had taken place only in my head. The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hard ones are.

So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

Like a horse, honey, somebody's gonna break you.' 'Never. Going. To. Happen.

What is the greater good but tyranny’s chameleon?

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.

Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a pernicious Fae, Ms. Lane? Have you any idea the value of this rug?” I didn’t think his nostrils could flare any wider. His eyes were black flame. “Pernicious? Good grief, is English your second language? Third?” Only someone who’d learned English from a dictionary would use such a word. “Fifth,” he snarled. “Answer me.