Witches didn't need blood to survive, but humans didn't need wine, either.

War is sanctioned murder, no matter what side you're on.

The queen looked at the nails, the teeth, and grinned.
Honestly–it was a shame that Manon had to kill her.

Each of the scars, the chipped teeth and broken claws, the mutilated tail—­they ­weren’t the markings of a victim. Oh, no. They ­were the trophies of a survivor. Abraxos was a warrior who’d had all the odds stacked against him and survived. Learned from it. Triumphed.

How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy.

But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.