You curse. A lot. It’s rather frightening. I’ve never met anyone who curses as much as you, and still manages to look sexy and innocent while doing it. Half the time, I find myself wanting to kiss that pretty mouth clean.

I’m no Cinderella. No fairy godmother will be coming to my rescue, so it’s time to turn these rags into gowns and get ready before my pumpkin ride arrives in two hours.

Huh,” Uriel said. “You need to leave this room. Go out. Drink yourself into stupidity and burn out your liver or something.

Fate doesn’t care about family. When the time is up, she nicks at the thread

Fate lies in wait like a fucking time bomb, rearranging and aligning the stars to its own satisfaction. Then, one day, it detonates right in your face and all you want to do is not exist. But it’s what you do to dislodge Fate’s teeth from your ass that matters.