Do you think they missed him terribly when he fell? Did God cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him.

I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.

Truth casts a spell of its own.

When you looked up to the sky and cried 'Why?' sometimes the sky shrugged, yet other times it answered with warm assurance of linked hands.

For once, Evie didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t really thought of her uncle as very human. He was more like a textbook who occasionally remembered to put on a tie. But it was clear that he was, indeed, human, with a deep wound named Rotke.

The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.