Properly buried.Properly kept.That is the way with witches.And with all things.
~ Victoria Schwab
Every weakness is a place to slide a knife.
If Verity's sins were knives, quick and vicious, then Prosperity's were poison. Slow, insidious, but just as deadly.
Lying is easy. But it’s lonely.
There were two kinds of monsters, the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head. She could fight the first, but the second was more dangerous. It was always, always, always a step ahead.
