“Girls can fight with swords, too. Sometimes, even better than men can. They just have to want it badly enough that they're… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“If a woman defined herself solely by the man she was with—and vice versa—the world would be a very shallow and insipid… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Maybe it frightened them, to admit that a woman could be master of her fate.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“A woman isn't a whore for wanting pleasure. If it were unnatural, we would not be born with such drives.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Mámá was fond of saying that nothing tastes as good as skinny feels—an aphorism I was pretty sure she'd cribbed from the… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“I'd seen entire constellations of possibility I'd never previously been aware of, so blinded had I been by the bright, glaring stars… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“In her view, there were three options for a woman. If you were beautiful, you got married. If you were ugly, you… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Isn't that just typical. You're either asking for it, or having it forced upon you without your consent. Who decided women always… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“I didn't understand what it was about men—not all men, but a good portion of them—that turned a good, solid “NO” into… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Maybe that was the root of my dislike for her: she had what I wanted, which earned her my jealousy, and since… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“I couldn't tell anyone how I felt because I knew they wouldn't understand. Oh, poor little Christina, falling for the bad man… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Valys also didn't think I was good enough for him. He made that clear every time he acted like a martyr forced to settle. But what he didn't understand was that if he thought I might not be good enough for him, he definitely wasn't good enough for me. I was well aware of my flaws, but I knew my… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“College had once been my greatest aspiration; it stood for everything my mother did not—intellectualism, feminism, freedom. But being kidnapped had given… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was a beast and beasts care not for such things, and the girl died along with her dreams. From childhood's grave sprang a young woman, jaded… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share
“When we mated I felt your heart stop beating and it was as if the world had stopped turning. It was only while surrounded… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“You mean you don't want to come in and hold my hand while I piss?” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“They said the shape-shifters fucked with the enthusiasm of animals—if they didn't devour you with the enthusiasm of one first.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“No. I made that choice. I let all that anger and pain get twisted up in my thoughts for you.” He leaned in. “It… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“We both want you dead. I'm bringing the friendship bracelets to the next meeting.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“She has built her whole life on the foundation of beauty: each chiseled plane, each sloping dimple, each soft curve as crucial as keystones… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“Does your family play games, too?" She tries to sound off-hand. "No. Just me - and my brother." Which means her parents are in… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn't. It… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“If people are meant to live, they'll live. If not, more room for the rest of us.” — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
“You were a well-respected agent, Michael, a rags-to-riches fairytale ending. Until you became disgraced. Now it appears your own organization wishes to be rid… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
