"Like fear and fury. It is energy from another realm, threads from beneath the surface, an immortal place never meant to be disturbed. Raffaele trembles.Something is poisoning the world."

"I hope, he replies softly, "to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away."

"But you can't give them everything they want-they will always want more than they have."

"Why can't I be like that? Why can't I be the father who just shrugs off the love of his daughter? Why can't I be the Lead Inquisitor who enjoys watching his pleading victims burn at the stake? Why can't I be the one who befriends a lonely, lost girl and then casts her out? Why can't I be the one to strike first, to hit so early and with such fury that my enemies cower before they can ever think of turning on me? What is so great about being good?"

"I laugh at him, and behind us, several Inquisitors stir in surprise at the sound. Only Magiano can coax joy out of me so easily."

"My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers."

"I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives."

"Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it."

"June laughs. "I have to say, you look better than most people I see. I've heard a lot about you.""I hear about you a lot too," Eden replies in a rush, "mostly from Daniel. He thinks you're really hot."

"Watch your back, little wolf, they say. Enemies arise from unexpected places."

"June will break your heart. I can see it already. She'll shatter you into a million pieces."

"I have earned my revenge on everyone who hurt me. My father, who tortured me every day - I crushed his chest and his heart. Teren, sick and twisted and mad - I took away his beloved just as he took away mine. Raffaele, who betrayed and manipulated me - I seized control of the prince he loves, and I made sure he watched his prince destroy in my name. And Violetta, darling, dearest sister who turned her back when I needed her the most. I cast her out. I finally said everything to her that I wanted to say. I have hurt back."

"What if you are wrong? What if the gods sent you, and indeed the rest of us, not because we were never meant to be, but because we were always meant to be?"

"Where I come from, we're more about efficiency,' he replies. 'A knife like this'll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time."

"I looked into those eyes and I saw nothing. It was like staring straight into the Underworld. Like he aches to return to where he came from."

"In the mirror, I look the same. But I am a different person inside.I am a prodigy who knows the truth. I know exactly what I'm going to do."

"It's you, he whispers. There is wonder in his voice. "Is it? I whisper back, my voice trembling with all the emotions I've kept hidden for so long."

"Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape."

"The boy who walks in the light."

"What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?"

"Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet."

"What a joke! Poor little rich girl's fallen in love with the Republic's most famous criminal."

"He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him."

"Maybe his nightmare had been about me."

"I enlarge the photo again. Nope, too blurry."

"June," Day murmurs. I feel a strange warmth at the sound of my name on his lips."

"I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast aside. It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt."

"Stay safe. I want to see you again when all this is done."

"Day, the champion of the people, the one who can't bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would gladly give his life for those he loves."

"They were the flash of light in a stormy sky, the fleeting darkness before dawn. Never have they existed before, nor shall they ever exist again."

"Make no mistake-we don't trust each other, not by any stretch of the imagination."

"I'm supposed to hate you for what you did, I think. But her eyes linger on me in a way that refuses to let me."

"Fear motivates, more than love or ambition or joy. Fear is more powerful than anything else in the world. I have spent so long yearning for things-for love, for acceptance-that I do not really need. I need nothing except the submission that comes with fear. I do not know why it took me so long to learn this."

"No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like."

"Day, the boy from the streets with nothing except the clothes on his back and the earnestness in his eyes, owns my heart."

"Sorry, always sorry. What in the world can you buy with an apology?"

"I'm so sorry. I am so sorry for everything."

"I need to let him go."

"As you can see, I keep my word, I call to the rest of the crowd. "Do not take advantage of my generosity, and I will not take advantage of your weakness."

"You have goodness in your heart, but your darkness overwhelms it all; your desire to hurt, destroy, and avenge is more powerful than your desire to love, help, and light the way."

"The Republic is weak and broken." I narrow my eyes. "But it is still your country. Fight for it. This is your home, not theirs."

"How can the boy who stirred an entire nation be dying?"

"I belong to no one. On this night, I swear to you that I will rise above everything you've ever taught me. I will become a force that this world has never known. I will come into such power that none will dare hurt me again."

"Desperation brings out the darkness in everyone," the man said with a shrug."

"Metias is gone again. He is always gone."

"No. I cannot let him control me.You are mine, Adelina, Enzo growls. Turn your powers against your own fleet."

"You still belong on the other side of the looking glass. Someday, when you're ready to take the step over to our side, I'll come see you again. Live well, Daniel. Make that final step count."

"I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me."

"Without emotion, what's the point of being human?"

"I certainly don't understand all these strange new feelings inside me--am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?"