"I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does." (Part 1, Hell: Chapter 1, p. 7).

"When I open them again, I see my brother. He's not dead. He's standing in the street, watching me. It can't be. But it is." (Part 1, Hell: Chapter 4, p. 21).

"Turns out I'm not. Lucky, that is. Not remotely." (Part 1, Hell: Chapter 7, p. 38).

"A king's heart? Kings have big hearts. Mighty hearts. How else can they fight wars and go on crusades? But this heart doesn't look big. It looks small and sad." (Part 1, Hell: Chapter 12, p. 70).

"It's not a good sound. It's like footsteps behind you in the dark or a door slowly opening in the house when you thought you were alone. I should leave it where it is; I know that. But I almost...