The problem with martyrs is that they’re all dead. What do they have to do with us that are simple enough to still be alive? Should we just give up and want to die because death is better than dishonor? But suicide is a sin too so we really are damned if we do and damned if we don't.

— Rosamund Hodge

There are a lot of things I want," I say quietly and deliberately. "But I think I will keep what I have.

— Rosamund Hodge

The same wolfish greed beats in your heart: to have what you will, and kill for it.

— Rosamund Hodge

They said that love was terrifying and tender, wild and sweet, and none of it made any sense. But now I knew that every mad word was true.

— Rosamund Hodge

Though mountains melt and oceans burn, The gifts of love shall still return.

— Rosamund Hodge

What they want, of course, isn't what you can give them. What you're selling is the hope you can.

— Rosamund Hodge

Where you go, I shall go; where you die, I shall die, and there will I be buried.

— Rosamund Hodge

Why is he scared of the dark?" I meant the words for a joke, but Shade nodded seriously. "Like all monsters. Because it reminds him of what he truly is".

— Rosamund Hodge

With every line he teaches her, the world grows a little wider. She had never known before how words could sing, how a turn of phrase could unlock a window in her mind.

— Rosamund Hodge

You deserve all that and more. It made me happy to see you suffer. I would do it all over again if I could.' I realized I was shaking as the words tumbled out of me. 'I would do it again and again. Every night I would torment you and laugh. Do you understand? You are never safe with me.' I drew a shuddering breath, trying to will away the sting of tears. He opened his eyes and stared up at me as if I were the door out of Arcadia and back to the true sky. 'That's what makes you my favorite.' He reached up and wiped a tear off my cheek with his thumb. 'Every wicked bit of you.

— Rosamund Hodge