More than honor, more than life, I love thee." What do you say when a man whose entire existence had been his honor offers to give it up for you? You say the only thing you can. More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee," I said. "more than any power in faerie, I love thee.

Why is everything always my decision?" I asked. Because you will not tolerate anything else." Oh, I remembered now. "Great", I whispered. - Anita to Jean-Claude

I've been writing stories since I was 12. 'Writer's Digest' was one of my writing teachers, actually.

Morals aren't just for when it's easy, Anita. They aren't morals if you throw them aside every time it's convenient.

She should have remembered that people have given everything they own, everything they are, to be taken care of, and to have their pain gone. It's the lure of cults: the promise of a good family; it's what people think love is, but love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it.

Hatred makes us all ugly.

One serial killer sends me a human head in a box, and I get all spooked; Go figure.