She was the heir of ash and fire, and she would bow to no one.

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.

Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.

Surprising, I know. Everyone thinks I'm older.

And then I am going to rattle the stars.