“For you, my dear, I’d write a million lies. Deception is my craft, but you are my undoing.”

Six years ago, the month grew teeth.

I spend wayyy to much time on my opening to not claim them as my favourites.

- "In Cassiel’s professional opinion, the problem with demons wasn’t that they were evil. It was that they never waited for the proper paperwork."

- "Some people have an uncanny ability to make rooms of importance their own. It’s as though they’ve been here all along, like the air itself is used to their presence, like they are merely reclaiming their birthright. Niahm was no such person, and yet here she was addressing them from the podium, "

From one of my chapters:

“She imagined cutting her skin open and watching the cruelty slip out, dark and thick, staining the basin. She imagined digging it out with her nails, purging herself of all they'd given her. But the truth was simpler and far more merciless.”

"I don’t know where or when I see you again. But I’ll come looking, we’re not done. I love you."

“None of this is fair. I didn’t want…to need you.”

“I remember a time when the force of your breath pushed the stars in their course, and all was right with the world”

"From his lips slipped a promise and a prayer."

“Without meaning to, she had closed the lid on herself. It was time to open it.”

“He was a good man,” she said with deep sadness.

“He didn’t smile much.

But I knew his soul.

He was not evil.

Just broken.

He spoke the language that was spoken to him from birth.”