I welcome her feral nature.

I can't help but see myself in them. The Seelie are who I was before my sister died. Pink, pretty, frivolous Mac. The Unseelie are who I've become, carved by loss and despair. Black, grungy, driven Mac.

Keep watching rainbows, baby. Keep looking at the sky. You find what you look for. If you go hunting good in the world, you’ll find it. If you go hunting evil … well, don’t.

Superglue after duct tape a girl's best friend.

Hawk?"
He gazed up at her, still crouched on the floor, ready to pounce if she so much as moved an inch.

Don't bother trying to guilt me. Ask my other. It doesn't work.