A gas was a contract with the goddess of Fate. Sometimes one was born indentured, other times it was bestowed upon one as a curse. Because if one did not fulfill the terms of one's gas, one died. It was old magic, the magic of the gods, spoken in the tongues of those who controlled the dragons—and it was supposed to be extinct.

— Nenia Campbell

All lines are gray in the dark.

— Nenia Campbell

All right,” she said a little sarcastically. “I was going to assume you liked eating babies and sacrificing virgins, but I might as well ask, what do you do for fun?”“I languish in sin,” I replied in the same tone. “I take my babies rare, and my virgins over easy.

— Nenia Campbell

All statistics have outliers.

— Nenia Campbell

A lot of people have it in for me. It's practically a school sport.

— Nenia Campbell

A quick and brutal fuck from behind usually served as an effective reminder of where you stood in the pack hierarchy.

— Nenia Campbell

As if I'd had time to drug it in the two milliseconds she'd let me out of her sight.

— Nenia Campbell

Ask yourself what a man without guile might do to your body in the dark.

— Nenia Campbell

A story unwritten is without beginning or end. But in its potential lies another story; and in the heartbeat before pen meets page, both stories exist at once, reflecting endless permutations of the other, before one of them disappears forever.

— Nenia Campbell

At first, you might wonder what you did to deserve such treatment. Nothing, probably, so that doesn't matter. What matters is that, eventually, the abuse becomes the status quo. It's no longer about the what's and why's (“what did I do?” “Why are they doing this?”) but the when's and how's (“when are they going to do it?” “How are they going to get me?”). Persecution becomes inevitable, inescapable. And once you get into the victim mindset, you're fucked. The bullies don't even need to hurt you now; your poor, warped, pathetic brain is doing half the work for them.

— Nenia Campbell