Not every story is true. And sometimes the things that were wicked become the things that save us, and the things that were good doom us to misery and pain.

There's no such thing as complete when it comes to stories. Stories are infinite. They are as infinite as worlds.

That’s the magic of revisions – every cut is necessary, and every cut hurts, but something new always grows.

She is doing that on purpose, he thought as he tried to force his own smile away from his wide, damp jaws. She is being adorable as some sort of hideous ruse, to spite me. What a mean baby!
...
Do not fall in love with that baby...

Yet, Áine decided, was a terrible word. A terrible word, indeed.

Yet was a powerful word, Ned decided. Very powerful indeed.