That is not a cat.

You are my mate. You are my reshon. You are my home.

It’s not paranoia if they are actually trying to kill you.

How did you make a choice between the life you always wanted and the life you never imagined you’d want?

You will always rebel,” he whispered in her ear. “Against power. Against control. Against the will of others. It is in your very blood, Ava. I may have fallen, but you ripped the threads of heaven itself to get what you wanted.

She wrote her stories, and they were read and enjoyed – or so Lenore claimed – by many. Josephine enjoyed quiet society and music and books and gardening.

But sometimes, minding your own business isn’t the right thing to do. Sometimes, you need to confront the evil in the world. I tried to ignore that for too long and people got hurt.

I’ll have all of you. Do you understand? All of you. Till I live in your blood.

If your right hand was lame, wouldn’t your left miss its mate? You might get along without it, but you’d always be aware that something was missing. That’s natural, not weak.

Vashama canem, reshon. Vashama canem.” Come back to me.