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“Yeah, well, I tried to explain that my mind powers don’t work on Tuesdays.”
― Kelly Creagh

“She is the harbinger of nightmares as well as death, destruction, and insanity. Said to reign in an alternate dimension, a bleak and desertlike twilight version of reality, Lilith has long been hailed as the queen of mental darkness.”
― Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed

“You can’t understand us. We don’t even understand ourselves.”
― Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed

“Much like books, she could tell how voiceless things had provided a brand of companionship more compatible to his nature than human friendship had ever been. These things, locked in their inanimate ways, fed him ideas, she thought. They whispered their tales to him through unmoving lips and he listened, opening himself to their world so much more than any normal passerby. That much was evident in the way he’d taken the photos, as if he’d caught each soulless thing in a candid moment of secret animation. Like they’d sensed him coming and so turned themselves his way because they knew that he held the power to translate their silence into words.”
― Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed

“Side by side we'll fight the tide,
That sweeps in to take us down.
Hand in hand we'll both withstand,
Even as we drown.”
― Kelly Creagh, Enshadowed

“He hated himself," Gwen said. "You just got caught in the cross fire.”
― Kelly Creagh, Oblivion

“He was horrible and fascinating all at once, like a scorpion prepared to strike, all angles and sharp lines and menace.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone else’s dream who is, themselves, someone else’s.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Like a serpent, this demon had coiled and nested into those empty and cavernous spaces of his heart. Like a harpy, she had preyed on his absolute aloneness.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“They are part of his imagination, part of his story, and so, part of him. If he would not hurt you, then it only makes sense that they would not be able to do so either. They are the deepest parts of his subconscious. Shrapnel of his inner self. As you might have learned, they have the same desires and conflicts as their maker. As separate pieces, freed from the soul and from the confines of a human conscious, however, they develop minds of their own. And, as demons created in the dreamworld, they are compelled by law to answer to its queen. That is why they attempted to harm you but in the end could not.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Painted faces laughed. It was like a mad carnival where everyone was oblivious, lost in the bliss of chaos, a throng unaware of a bomb planted beneath the
floorboards.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Despite all the dark armor, the kohl liner, the black boots and chains, she saw him clearly now. She’d peered through the curtain of that cruel calmness, through the death stare and the vampire sentiments and angst and, behind it all, had found true beauty.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“I love you." Isobel said. Because even if the words could not stop what was coming, they were still her first and sole defense.

"I know," Varen surprised her by saying as he turned away. "That's why you're gone.”
― Kelly Creagh, Oblivion

“Dancers churned around them like storm tossed flowers, their heads held to either side as they whirled with abandonment.
“Look at them,â€� he whispered, his voice in her ear. “Have you ever seen anything like it? They have everything, don’t they? Everything except a single care to dwell on.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Not anymore, though," he said. "And I guess that's the one perk of loving a dead girl. She never changes.”
― Kelly Creagh, Oblivion

“You loved her," Isobel said.

"Worshipped," Scrimshaw corrected. "But more ludicrous than that, let us not forget, she loved me." He gave a short ironic laugh. "Not just him-the poet. But me as well. I, the epitome of our own penchant for self-destruction. Do you know how difficult...how impossible such a feat must have been?”
― Kelly Creagh, Oblivion

“It can't really be you," he said. "I know it can't."

"Why not?" Isobel asked, offering him a rueful smile. "I mean, don't you think it's at all romantic, the idea that love could conquer death?”
― Kelly Creagh, Oblivion

“Though Isobel could recall only a few specifics regrading the appearance of Poe's wife-a handful of vague characteristics picked up during her study with Varen, retained from the one or two glimpses she'd had for her portraits- Scrimshaw, it seemed, had forgotten nothing.”
― Kelly Creagh, Oblivion

“Isobel had entrusted the note to Gwen just before Baltimore. And the small scrap of paper still remained her only tangible evidence that Varen had loved her.

Expect...he didn't anymore.”
― Kelly Creagh, Oblivion

“Hush a-bye my little bird
Hush a-bye my child

I have lost a love so great
Oh, woe is me.”
― Kelly Creagh, Oblivion