Extraits

“One would think you're having regrets, Your Majesty," I retorted, tucking what just happened away for later contemplation. "About you? Never.”

“You're safe here," I heard him say."I won't let anyone hurt you. Not again.”

The sort of grief that couldn't be given a voice, or it would become so big, so loud, that it ripped you apart from the inside.

My own face was proof that beauty couldn’t be trusted.

If you died, Fortuna, I'd follow you into whatever afterlife there is. The rest doesn't really matter, does it

Like the nightmares that came at night, we were meant to be seductive. We were designed to lure our victims in. Then, when it was too late to draw back, we struck

Nightmares may be lies, but we don’t have to be liars

I know exactly what you are... and I think it's magnificent

I glared at Collith and wondered if God had created his angels beautiful for practical reasons, rather than aesthetic ones. A beautiful thing was much harder to destroy than an ugly thing.

God, give me patience or an untraceable handgun, I thought.