Perhaps this was one of the things that had made her so different all along---that she saw the truth of things. That beauty could sometimes be ugly, and that you didn't always find good and evil where you expected to---or where you'd been told to find them.

Every day she felt like a monster walking among the innocent, felt as if she were trapped on the other side of a locked door

We don't just cast our curses, girly. We become our curses.

There were too many secrets sending up little shoots through the floorboards and into the room, wrapping around them, ready to bear fruit.

It's just that if a demon wants you, a demon will get you. I don't think a little line of salt is going to keep it away.