Instead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.

You're late," she said, tapping her watch. "No, you're just early.

Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

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.

A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.

Never trust a shiny surface. They hide a multitude of flaws.