Jessica Khoury

"A kind of childlike purity to her repose that made the thought of kissing her seem vile."

"Well, that's the thing, isn't it? Everyone always blames the monster--but no one ever blames the one who created it. Isn't that right?' He sneered at Moira's limp form. 'Tell me, who is the monster? The creation or the creator? It has to start somewhere."

"Your father is waiting, so fly up that mountain and through the alomb. Find Nardukha and tell him I have upheld my end of the bargain. Now it is his turn.”He stares at me, a dangerous light in his eye, and then his gaze travels beyond me, in the direction of the funeral. My hand moves to his muscled forearm, and I squeeze it."