Brimstone once told me that to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.

What does true even mean when it comes to a face? Only souls are true, and when you spill them to the air they melt away.

During my second draft pass on my last book I made 20,000 words happen in a week, which is practically supernatural for me, and it would never have been possible without three nights in a hotel in my own city.

She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.

Once upon a time, there were two moons, who were sisters. Nitid was the goddess of tears and life, and the sky was hers. No one worshipped Ellai but secret lovers.

...magic was ugly—-a hard bargain with the universe, a calculus of pain.

A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here.