What is wrong with you?” Reid sounded on the verge of tears. “Why do you have to destroy everything good we have here?”“Because,” Lady said, voice flat with the sudden wave of exhaustion pulling her heavily to the ground. “We have nothing. Can you not see that?”“We have Mehmed!” Lada looked up. The stars were static, still and cold in the night, all the fire gone from the sky. “It is not enough,” she said.

— Kiersten White

What, no flirting?” I asked, trying to buy time. “Aren’t you going to at least try to be sexy? Think of all those vampire fans out there—they’d be so disappointed.” I pulled out my silver knife. Probably should have paid more attention during my knife training. “Tell you what. Let me go, and I promise not to tell anyone that you aren’t suave.

— Kiersten White

What’s the point in hating something if you aren’t proactive?

— Kiersten White

What would you sacrifice for power?

— Kiersten White

Where did you find that one?"" I have no idea. I'm a magnet for crazies, I guess."" They must be able to sense a kindred spirit."" Your one to talk. Don't you have more hordes of the undead to lead in a glorious revolution?"" Zombies not undead. There's a fine distinction. And no. Right now I'm scouting new talent. The glorious revolution comes tomorrow.

— Kiersten White

Why does IPA use them if they’re evil?” he asked, confused.“They aren’t evil. They aren’t even really immoral, per se. They’re amoral. Furthermore, they don’t operate on the same level that we do. For a faerie, the only thing that matters is what they want. That’s their good. Anything else is superfluous. So like how they kidnap people, not a big deal—they want the person, they take him. Or killing someone. If you live forever, how much does one mortal life matter in the scheme of things? When you exist outside time, cutting off the forty years a person has left is a non-issue. They don’t even notice.

— Kiersten White

Why must I always be a man's servant?" Lady demanded. "If anything, I should be partners with the devil, not his servant.

— Kiersten White

Yo soy care Huerta. Translation: I am dead meat.

— Kiersten White

You cannot control faeries. Can. Not. They aren't logical or rational. They don't obey the same laws (physical, social, emotional, traffic - you name it) that we do.

— Kiersten White

You'll be fine, just some minor burns and hypothermia, which was kind of hard to explain.

— Kiersten White