Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

That was the thing about pictures--they were worth a thousand words, but sometimes they weren't the right ones.

Kingsley smiled his Cheshire smile. And without a word, he called up the white darkness - the subvertio - a spell that unlocked what could not be unlocked, that destroyed what could not be destroyed. There was a rumbling, a shaking, like the strongest earthquake, and the iron gate crumbled, and the path began to melt. the demon shrieked, but Kingsley just looked at Mimi the entire time. "Azrael...

Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.

A picture is worth a thousand texts.

She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.

A bad boy can be very good for a girl.