Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.

The more things change, the more they stay different.

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.

Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon's feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying face, she found it beautiful.

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.

Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

It's said a friend is a person who walks in when everyone else walks out.