Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.

Things will get worse before they get better.

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.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

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

You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.

Before I can process what’s happening, Deirdre has opened her hands and Linden has taken the ring from her and slipped it onto my finger. “Rhine Ashby,” he says. “My wife.