I will do just as you wish,' said no cat ever.

She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair. She wasn't innocent now, but she didn't know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.

He actually listened, rather than pretending to listen while waiting a suitable interval before it was his time to talk again.

Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium - a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.

Follow me," said Karou. As if he could have done anything else.

Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.