I can just burn them.
What-ifs are the STDs of the mind,” he said, squeezing me when I laughed. “Seriously. They’re pointless, and they end with you wanting to take a wire brush to your brain. Don’t waste your time there.
Why does everyone act like I run around stabbing people?” Casteel stared back at me and then looked pointedly at his chest. “Whatever,” I muttered. “You deserved it.
But there was nothing to be done or found here other than what was most likely reality, and what did I believe about truth? That it often could be terrifying, yes. But with truth came power. And I was never one to hide from the truth.
Ignoring something doesn’t make it less true, Penellaphe.
I had the strangest sensation that something was staring at me, and when I looked at Roth, Bambi’s head would be visible on his neck. “She likes you.” “What?” “Bambi,” he explained. “She’s trying to keep an eye on you while she’s resting.” Yet again, I wondered if Roth could read thoughts. He claimed he couldn’t. “I’m... happy to hear that.” “You should be. Normally she likes to eat people.
No matter how much death I’ve seen, it never gets easier.
Trin, nothing about you will ever be a burden. Everything about you is a goddamn privilege.
Some things can’t be forgotten or forgiven.
Do not underestimate what I would or would not do to ensure your happiness.
I don’t know where I would be right now if it weren’t for you. I don’t even know if I would be alive. But I do know that I would be... I would be less. I wouldn’t feel like this – – like I’m whole. And that’s because of you.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing that,” I whispered. “Which part?” Casteel asked. “The shifting, or Kieran stripping?
But when you insulted her. You made her flinch, and then you threatened her. I will not forget that.
Ash had gods impaled to his wall.
Poppy,” he whispered, those strange, churning eyes glimmering with dampness. “You didn’t Ascend.
Both halves are as beautiful as the whole.
I’m going to die an imbecile,” I murmured.
Before any signs of the curse, a mortal could be killed in any number of ways, but once there were signs, only fire and bloodstone could kill the cursed. Only bloodstone or wood sharpened into a stake from the Blood Forest could kill a fully turned Craven.
Freedom – that’s all any living creature wants.
There’s something innately wrong with the idea of being stabbed and then having to clean up my own blood.