“I had only to remember that centuries before, men fell in battle for the daughter of Troy, that passions carried greater weight than decorum. It took so little to prove that human life and property are devastatingly temporary. All she… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
Let me tell you a little bit about demons. They love pain and other people’s misery. They lie when it suits them and don’t see anything wrong with it. They corrupt and kill and destroy, all without conscience. You just… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“It’s not the wisest thing - love - but when it happens, there’s not a lot you can do to stop it. Sometimes you… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“Whatever they said, whatever they told you about yourself, it’s not true” — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“We're literal people, you and me. Whatever the most obvious interpretation is, that's our truth.” — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“The way Lillian says it is hungry, like she’s waiting for something to be revealed, and I wonder if maybe that’s the real difference… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“I still can't picture what he does in his every day life when he's not busy with school or misdemeanors or me.” — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel. — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“We sat on the picnic bench, not talking, not looking at each other, but being quiet and okay. The rain was almost gone, nothing… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“I don’t remember any of the true, important parts, but there’s this dream I have.” — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
But what Davenport had been born into had taken so much from her, leaving her with just the wickedest and the worst. Her father… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“Fisher twined his fingers with mine and when he did, the feeling was the best thing in the world, like it was always better… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
“What's up?' he said, like the church was always burning down and I always called him on a school night, telling him to come… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
