Hawk's Angel

“There is a small monster in my brain that controls my doubt. The doubt itself is a stupid thing, without sense or feeling, blind and straining at the end of a long chain. The monster, though, is smart. It’s always watching, and when I am completely sure of myself, it unchains the doubt and lets it run wild. Even when I know it’s coming, I can’t stop it.”
― Francesca Zappia, Eliza and Her Monsters

“Hope is a waking dream," Jael quoted softly. "And it's the last thing to go. It torments you like a bird killing itself slowly against the glass.”
― Ann Aguirre, Perdition

“He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your stench."

Einar growled back, "I smell like angels at sunrise."

"Dead ones," a small man cracked.”
― Ann Aguirre, Perdition

“Hell is our own memories, our bad choices.”
― Ann Aguirre, Perdition