They say the eyes are the apertures to the soul. If that is so, I feared Locusta's soul was far darker than even Nero's.

In an empire as unruly as Rome, it is quite easy to get away with something as thespian as murder.

Even freed men will do what they must in Rome.

If I kiss you now, I won't be able to stop.

I am afraid, my dear niece, that a ‘mere woman’ is something you most certainly are not.

And in that moment she realized none of it was real, and so she set herself free.

You can’t worry about the yesterdays or even the todays. All you can think of are the tomorrows. They are what keep you going when your life seems to be falling apart. Trust me on this.

Half asleep and half awake, I became lost in a deep span of my version of a perfect world. A place I wanted so desperately to reach, but would never find except from within the catacombs of my mind.A place where the sun rose in the west and set in the east, where the mountains bowed to the wind like trees, and the rain sprinkled up from the ground below and onto the clouds above. A place where no one hurt or lost, or felt any tinge of desperation. A place where heartbeats were the only words needed, and music floated on the wind like dust.A place where no place was home. Where a single person could be the only sustenance needed to survive. A place where there were no yesterdays or todays, only tomorrows. A place for me to find solace, an escape from the real world I was forced to live in.

Men may fight the battle, but women wage the war.

As with most dreams of men, the ideal becomes just that––an ideal––and the pure rationale of existence is thrust upon the best of the dreamers.

Change is inevitable. And in a way, change is a sort of magic. However, not everyone believes in something as frugal as the unexplained.

Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and relationships are painted in warm, sour crimson.

It takes courage to live. It takes even more courage to wonder. But it takes the greatest courage of all to believe.

Her heart is of a much harder material... A diamond. Beautiful, but deadly…And amid people with hearts of diamonds, it is best to remember that no one is exempt from their malevolence. Not even themselves.

She wanted to be remembered for doing something great. And her greatest fear was of being completely forgotten.

War is a terrible, bloody thing.

When you live in my house, you learn to be fine with whatever you come across. It's the only way to stay sane in insanity.

You’re right. The fact that the entire party of fifty guests caught you and Jill Moench kissing in the closet was a complete misunderstanding." Theo snorted, turning to Penny, "His girlfriend certainly got a surprise at her party. And it wasn’t the kind where everyone jumps out from behind the couch to yell, ‘Surprise!

Peggy is a sovereign nation. She governs herself and those around her by her own laws.

Mama says love is a sickness of the heart. Only the weak fall under its spell.

How can one fight for a love that acts as the enemy?

Our lover is the sun, and we the stars forever floating in their glow. We push and push, yearning for our sun's rays to reach out and touch us for just a moment in time… one second-glance to warm our spirits and soothe our aching hearts.

Rather, that rigidity had simply been given sporadic spots of wrath, coupled with the sprinkling of secrets, and placed in a cold corner to slowly stew and starve––leaving it no choice but to eventually break through with blooms of fury. And on the night of Cornelius’s arrival, it at long last broke through.

It seemed ironic to her that women were considered far too meek for the morbidity of war, and yet a child could give their life in a battle they did not even understand.

The notion of there being something greater than humanity can strike fear in the bravest of soldiers and cradle courage in the palm of a child’s hand.

The porcelain doll residing in her white-pillared dollhouse was a mirage.

Julia Woodhull was many things: a lady of secrets, a patriot’s niece, and a dead man’s daughter. But one thing Julia Woodhull was most certainly not was a fool.

Some of the braver say I am mad.

Where do you go when you die twice-lest a thousand deaths?

It is dark and there are bad creatures in these woods.""Yes, there are...

Oh, she's still here;she's just not as pretty... anymore.

Mothers cry in anguishand fathers curse in anger,while others turn away in sadness,all for the children who are lost.

It was no wonder they thought us to be immortal––our nightly celebrations put Olympus to shame.

They think they are invincible. But, the truth is, Nova––gods fall just as hard as mortals. The only difference is... gods do not see the fall coming until it is too late.

The wheel of Rome spins constantly. Gods rise and fall, mortals live and die, and round and round we go. We all play a part in that wheel... And I make sure the wheel never stops spinning. You see, if the wheel stops, balance is lost.