I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.

She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.

I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?' Almost. Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.

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

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

Did you tell freedom hello for me?

I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?