Katlyn Charlesworth

Peggy is a sovereign nation. She governs herself and those around her by her own laws.

— Katlyn Charlesworth

Rather, that rigidity had simply been given sporadic spots of wrath, coupled with the sprinkling of secrets, and placed in a cold corner to slowly stew and starve––leaving it no choice but to eventually break through with blooms of fury. And on the night of Cornelius’s arrival, it at long last broke through.

— Katlyn Charlesworth

She wanted to be remembered for doing something great. And her greatest fear was of being completely forgotten.

— Katlyn Charlesworth

Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and relationships are painted in warm, sour crimson.

— Katlyn Charlesworth

Some of the braver say I am mad.

— Katlyn Charlesworth

The notion of there being something greater than humanity can strike fear in the bravest of soldiers and cradle courage in the palm of a child’s hand.

— Katlyn Charlesworth

The porcelain doll residing in her white-pillared dollhouse was a mirage.

— Katlyn Charlesworth

The wheel of Rome spins constantly. Gods rise and fall, mortals live and die, and round and round we go. We all play a part in that wheel... And I make sure the wheel never stops spinning. You see, if the wheel stops, balance is lost.

— Katlyn Charlesworth

They say the eyes are the apertures to the soul. If that is so, I feared Locust's soul was far darker than even Nero's.

— Katlyn Charlesworth

They think they are invincible. But, the truth is, Nova––gods fall just as hard as mortals. The only difference is... gods do not see the fall coming until it is too late.

— Katlyn Charlesworth