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“But in the end, there was no saint, just a lonely girl telling secrets to herself in a dark mirror.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“You saw yourself as an unholy triptych, three into one, one into three: she the girl, you the Devil, and I the Saint. And you understood, finally, that there had never truly been a she or a you but only a terrible, lonely I.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“When you die, little Devil, a kingdom will fall to its knees and crawl to your bier. In a thousand years and a thousand after that, they will still sing of the Prince and his Devil.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint

“Well, she is my Devil now.”
― Alix E. Harrow, The Six Deaths of the Saint