The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.

And I've found that since you can't electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer's eyes.

I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.

Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

That is your legend?" Akiva asked, incredulous. Madrigal had told him the story of the sun and Ellai while they flew. "That seraphim are the blood of a rapist sun?

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her.