… in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death.
See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.
I’m a monster," said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. "Everyone says so."
The Minotaur glanced up at her. “So are we all, dear,” said the Minotaur kindly. “The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.