The only thing that matters in the end is your own survival. It's what humans and cockroaches are best at.

— Susan Ee

...there’s no such thing as a dirty fight.

— Susan Ee

The right thing is a luxury for rich and sheltered people. For the rest of us, the only right thing is staying out of trouble and surviving as best we can.

— Susan Ee

They always underestimate women

— Susan Ee

Was that you, Spooky Bear?

— Susan Ee

We're at war. On the verge of an apocalypse filled with monsters and torture in a nightmare world. And I'm standing here, a moonstruck teenager pining for an enemy soldier. What am I, crazy? This time, I'm the first to turn away.

— Susan Ee

What's with all the cheering over the apocalypse, anyway? Oh, yay, we get to kill poor helpless humans."" The excitement over the apocalypse had nothing to do with humans."" Could have fooled me."" Humans are incidental."" Killing and destroying an entire species is incidental?" I can't help but sound like I'm accusing him (Raffle), even though I know he wasn't part of the plan to wipe us out. Or at least, I think he wasn't personally involved, but I don't really know that, do I?" Your people have been doing it to all kinds of species."" That's not the same."" Why not?

— Susan Ee

When a man in purple and screaming pink stares at you, you know it's time to change your appearance.

— Susan Ee

Who knew?’ he says. ‘I had no idea that someone could be such a thorn in your foot during a death march and still be irresistibly attractive in some magical, undeniable way.’‘So is that what people call sweet nothing's? Because somehow, I expected it to be a little more. . . Complimentary.’‘Don’t you know a heartfelt declaration of love when you hear one?’ I blink dumbly at him with my heart pounding. He caresses a lock of my hair out of my face. ‘Look, I know that we’re from different worlds and different people. But I’ve realized that it doesn’t matter.’‘You don’t care about the angelic rules anymore?’‘My Watchers have helped me realize that angelic rules are for angels. Without our wings, we can never be fully accepted back into the fold. There will always be talk of taking a newly Fallen’s wings and transplanting them onto us. Angels are perfect. Even with transplanted wings, we’ll never again be perfect. You accept me just the way I am, regardless of whether I even have wings. Even when I had my demon wings, you’ve never looked at me with pity. You’ve never wavered in your loyalty. That’s who you are – my brave, loyal, lovable Daughter of Man.

— Susan Ee

Who will guard us against the guardians?

— Susan Ee