Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.

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.

There’s a limit to how much living can be done in a life without freedom.

There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.

The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.