Rachel Caine, Lord of Misrule

"He's named you heir apparent to the Apocalypse. Congratulations."

"I'll do it!" "No, you won't," Shane and Michael said, at virtually the same time. Shane continued. "You're barely on your feet, Claire. You don't go anywhere, not without me." "And me," Michael said. "Hell," Eve sighed. "I guess that means I have to go, too. Which I may not ever forgive you for, even if I don't die horri"

"I know you want me to feel some sympathy for them, but that's not who I am. I care only about those I know, and even then, not all that deeply. Strangers get nothing from me."

"And without forgiveness, there is never any peace."

"God is forgiving or we would not still be walking this world. But to be moral is not to need his divine forgiveness, I think."

"Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end."

"In this whole screwed-up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me," he whispered. "I love you, Claire." She saw something that might have been just a flash of panic go across his expression, but then he steadied again. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I love you."