98 Quotes by Kelly Creagh

Though Isobel could recall only a few specifics regrading the appearance of Poe's wife-a handful of vague characteristics picked up during her study with Varen, retained from the one or two glimpses she'd had for her portraits- Scrimshaw, it seemed, had forgotten nothing.

He was horrible and fascinating all at once, like a scorpion prepared to strike, all angles and sharp lines and menace.

She is the harbinger of nightmares as well as death, destruction, and insanity. Said to reign in an alternate dimension, a bleak and desertlike twilight version of reality, Lilith has long been hailed as the queen of mental darkness.

Like a serpent, this demon had coiled and nested into those empty and cavernous spaces of his heart. Like a harpy, she had preyed on his absolute aloneness.

He hated himself," Gwen said. "You just got caught in the cross fire.

Sleep now a little whileTill within our dreams we wakeUnfolding our ForeverIf only for Never’s sake And take me to your ever afterLet’s hide behind our eyesTogether pour through that doorWhere autumn never diesAnd I’ll sift my sands to your sideBefore we slip awayBefore we’re little more than siltBeneath the rocking waves And side by side we’ll fight the tideThat sweeps in to take us downAnd hand in hand we’ll both withstandEven as we drown.

I love you." Isobel said. Because even if the words could not stop what was coming, they were still her first and sole defense."I know," Varen surprised her by saying as he turned away. "That's why you're gone.

Not anymore, though," he said. "And I guess that's the one perk of loving a dead girl. She never changes.

It can't really be you," he said. "I know it can't.""Why not?" Isobel asked, offering him a rueful smile. "I mean, don't you think it's at all romantic, the idea that love could conquer death?