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

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

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.

I like the idea of something greater than us. We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions. We are no closer to perfection than we were one hundred years ago, or five hundred.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.

She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.