“She looked into the eyes of many of them as they passed away, like some sort of angel of death. Some were… — Jacques Antoine Copy Share Image
“Hatred could not be the basis of her resolution to fight. It provided no access to her own qi, her vital spirit.… — Jacques Antoine Copy Share Image
“It’s who I am. I can’t just pretend to be some normal kid. That won’t work either. They’ll never leave me alone.… — Jacques Antoine Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry about this,' she said to the dead woman, 'but I’m gonna need your clothes.” — Jacques Antoine Copy Share Image
“The angel of death can hardly have friends. And the prom, what about Danny? He can hardly have a Valkyrie for his… — Jacques Antoine Copy Share Image
