We dreamed together of the world remade.

It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry 'Monster!' and looked behind him.

It’s not stalking if you don't follow them home, right?

Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

Better to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn't she be that cat?

It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.

You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?