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“Why should I not know what he's really called?"
"Tell a man your name and he will have power over you forever," Carver muttered.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

“ 'I’ve seen its other side. I know what lives here, what’s been slumbering for so long.â€�
 A hollow pit opened up where Roger’s heart was supposed to be. “How would you know that?�
 “I woke it up.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

“This beast, like the greater evil we faced later on, went by many names. When he invaded Everl’aria, the Moarteans christened him Groaza. Others called him The Devourer of the World. And to those on Sviddheim, he was The Bottomless, for his savagery had no end.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

“I’m not bound by any God-ordained rules. I’m a rebel. I follow my own path.â€�
“Then follow it out into the marshes and drown yourself, why don’t you?�
“The marshes dried upâ€� was Carver’s matter-of-fact answer.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

“Draw the curtains.
“Whatever for?�
Prying eyes and itchy ears.
“Are you naturally cryptic, or is it something you picked up at Guardian training academy?”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

“Will you not bid me welcome, Brother?â€� the beast mocked. The dragon’s voice paralyzed Roger where he stood. Hearing it sapped his strength, stole his will, made him feel as though his mind had been crushed between slabs of stone. There was chaos in it, and destruction—a voice crafted of darkness and the death of worlds.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

“ “They were all children, yes, as were the fiends who allowed themselves to be Hosted.â€�
 “But that happened in a wilder age, a less enlightened time,� Roger argued.
 “Do not make the mistake of thinking present society is so highly advanced that they have forgotten their baser instincts, Roger Knightley. Evil is evil no matter the century, or the world.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

“He blinked in surprise and was even more startled when the dragon mimicked the action, but did so sideways. A clear membrane coated its eye, then drew back to reveal hues infinitely more searing than before—so vibrant it was painful for Roger to look into them. Orange pulsating like a lava flow, yellow glistening brighter than a city made of gold, green flashing like St. Elmo’s fire. All these colors danced not a foot in front of Roger’s face, flickering within that gigantic orb...”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey

“There are more things in Heaven and earth..." Uncle Gryffyn muttered.
"Now ain't the time to be quotin' old Bill Shakes, guv," Bellows shot in.”
― Melika Dannese Lux, Deadmarsh Fey