Цитаты из книги Ассистентка злодея

— Знаете, я бы не отказалась. Кого-нибудь запытать, — с тревожной искренностью в голосе пояснила она. — Если бы знала, что это вам поможет, если бы этот человек навредил вам... Я бы пошла на это, и может, мне бы даже слегка по-нравилось.

Он не верил, что она не предаст, а знал. И Эви не понимала точно, почему эта разница доставляет ей такой дискомфорт.

Эви, ты употребляешь слишком много слов, чтобы описать простые вещи. – Сестра похлопала её по голове и подобрала с пола книжку. – Пары хватит. Так людям проще понять тебя.

Мозг у неё работал не так, как у других. Будто любая мысль, любое произнесённое слово запускали колёсики чепухи в её голове, которые крутились, пока она не придумывала для всего свой собственный смысл. Удивительно интригующе. И…

Evangelina Celia Sage, if you choose this moment to drool, you are never reading a dirty novel again.

But despite every reason she had to become a dark and menacing character, Evie had remained exactly who she always was—an optimist—a terrible thing to be in a villain’s office, mind you.

“Normal” was for those who didn’t have the ability to stretch their minds past the unreachable end.

There was a confusing dryness to everything he said. Like he either had a secret sense of humor or he truly believed everyone else in the world was incompetent.

“You just can’t kill people and be pretty. It’s confusing.”

“Um, yes— The blood’s not great…but I was referring to the fact that you look like you were carved out of marble, and I just think that as a rule of thumb, inherently evil people should be grotesque-looking.”

She’d been called many disparaging things in her life. Alarmingly all beginning with the letter F. Flighty, foolish, forgetful, and, by a strange turn of events, she was finally able to add the final F.
Fucked.

“We’re all monsters in the end. At least mine lives in the light.”

I feel like my life keeps happening to me, rather than me living it.

“You laughed.”
“I know,” Trystan said, shaking his head, hoping to knock the building ache out of it.
“You’re fucked.”
Trystan shoved Malcolm into the doorway, hard, before walking through and calling out behind him, “Shut up.”

You are evil incarnate. The world fears the very mention of your name. A cold-blooded killer.
A sudden, small squeak came out of her, sounding suspiciously like a sneeze. She looked up at him sheepishly.
He was a puddle on the floor, and every speck of dust in that room was his enemy.

Being evil wasn’t supposed to be joyful, and his migraine was proof.