Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

Words like 'unputdownable' and 'irresistible' are simply not enough for Cat Winters's In the Shadow of Blackbirds. Days after finishing this story, it remains the first thought I have in the morning, and the thing that haunts me until I sleep.

I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.

There's a sort of dead passion in him. A spark that, had he more years to live, would be a wildfire.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.