“What kind of people?" The dead kind. The still-walking-around kind. The reeking, stinking, rotting-from-the-inside-out kind. Toothy and grinning, nasty with the dark and the dust of abandoned strip mines. But none of that was the whole truth. They were more… — 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
