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450 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 3, 2015
You’re a tortured soul, you are
She was my permanent fixture
I was going to save children and earn Finley Dyer both at the same time
Fury built within me with such rapid heat, I thought my hands would melt through the surface of the island
You were a shelter I’d never even asked for. You are still my shelter, Ethan
- VAIN - > AMAZON
GREED - > REVIEW | AMAZON
FURY - AMAZONStunning! Captivating! Heartbreaking!
Anger is a consuming thing, a burning takeover.
It sets up shop in your heart and head and murders anything else attempting to make its way in. Life becomes obsessed with it, clouded with it, engrossed in it. You justify the feeling with delusions that you're owed retribution. You condone thoughts and vengeful acts, feeding yourself with the idea that it's warranted.
**Warning** Although this can be read as a standalone, slight spoiler ahead if you have not read Greed (book#2)
"Life isn't fair. Life is far, very, very far from fair . Sometimes it slaps you so hard in the face you fall back, you hit the ground with a resounding thud, knocks the breath outta you, but it's how quickly you stand and fight for the life you want and how you forge that new path that defines you, Ethan," "nothing is so overwhelming, so dreadful, that it cannot be defeated."
"Don't you want forever with someone who burns for you the way you burn for her? You deserve that just as much as she does."
“I’m not who I used to be, Finley.”
“That’s a shame, because you used to be wonderful.”
“The fury raging in my blood was more than I could contain.”
“Don’t you want forever with someone who burns for you the way you burn for her? You deserve that just as much as she does.”
“So you got your heart broken. So what! There are worse things, you know. There are things out there that would curl your toes to know about, Ethan.”
“She’d become more important to me than myself.”
“I love you. I love you because I can, because it’s my right to. I love you because I want to. I love you because it was my choice. You are my choice, Ethan.”

“Anger is a consuming thing, a burning takeover."
“That was the last of my fury, the last of my wrath, my bitter, confused anger.”






Anger is a consuming thing, a burning takeover.
It sets up shop in your heart and head and murders anything else attempting to make its way in. Life becomes obsessed with it, clouded with it, engrossed in it. You justify the feeling with delusions that you’re owed retribution. You condone thoughts and vengeful acts, feeding yourself with the idea that it’s warranted.
But that nourishment comes at a price. It costs you pieces of your soul, your love, your worth. You disregard your beliefs, your conscience. You adopt apathy like it’s salvation because you know in your heart of hearts that you would deteriorate into nothing without it. Because you don’t want to let it go. It makes you feel powerful, that anger. It makes you feel important. So you will let it eat you alive, consume every part of you until all that’s left is hollow revenge.


"...You can choose to hope or you can choose to fear. Fear is a crippling disease. It takes over and paralyzes. Hope bolsters, motivates. People who fear, die. People who hope, live. Even in death they live."
"I’m happy to have been blind to what you are then only because I couldn’t have been what you deserved. We would have been each other’s crutches. That’s not what a love like this is meant for, Fin. Not the kind of love I feel for you right now.
This love is reserved for nothing but adoration, intense attraction, for a different, singular type of devotion. This love I feel for you I feel because I love you just as you are and not for what you can give me. It’s an unselfish love. And oh my God but I love you, Fin. So, so much."
1. I badly wanted a proper closure for Cricket and Ethan, and maybe even between him and Spencer. Sure, Ethan finally let go of his rage for what happened, but I was at least expecting a scene wherein they would get to talk about it or something. Sadly, I got none. *cue tears*

2. I felt underwhelmed by the ending. I felt that the consequence for Ethan's choice was a bit unjustified. I mean, I am all for Ethan and what he did was totally understandable. Heck, I'm on his side. BUT! All I got was that talk with Detective Tran--heart-wrenchigly touching it may be--was not enough for me. Moving on, fast forward to Ethan and Finley's Simply put, the ending just felt meh to me. *cue second batch of tears*

3. Lastly, I can't tell you how many times I've read the words "finally", and "breathe" in this book. At first, it had this intense and captivating effect, but then it was just written about a bajillion times that was too much for my liking. Honestly, it kind of irked me. I was close to having a tally for the two words to see which was written the most (probably "breathe" HA HA HA). Yeah, that's just a super personal petty issue. *cue eye-roll*

"We were broken, the both of us, apart, but together we were whole, perfect, flawless, and intact. Collectively we were absolute. Together we were conclusive. Period."
"I love you because I can, because it’s my right to. I love you because I want to. I love you because it was my choice. You are my choice, Ethan."
"We were kismet, a gift from the heavens above left to stumble about all those years until that altogether healing declaration, that single utterance."
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“Anger is a consuming thing, a burning takeover.
It sets up shop in your heart and head and murders anything else attempting to make its way in. Life becomes obsessed with it, clouded with it, engrossed in it. You justify the feeling with delusions that you’re owed retribution. You condone thoughts and vengeful acts, feeding yourself with the idea that it’s warranted.
But that nourishment comes at a price. It costs you pieces of your soul, your love, your worth...”
“Bend to me, Ethan. Because I will not.”
“I was so desperate to keep you that I lost you.”
“And that was what Ethan emanated. He radiated the word ‘shield’ and all that embodied. His name was synonymous with protector. You could feel what he was put on this earth to do. Protecting your body with his and all the while soothing your soul with his mollifying speech, these were his callings.”
“That was the last of my fury, the last of my wrath, my bitter, confused anger.”
We were broken, the both of us, apart, but together we were whole. perfect, flawless, and intact. Collectively we were absolute. Together we were conclusive. Period.
Then it dawned on me...
Maybe coming here won't just be for Finley. Maybe I was destined to come here for myself as well. Maybe this is a time for retribution on my part. Maybe I'm here to shed my false complacency.
I was convinced.
And renewed.
"Nothing could ever bring you to ruin, Finley Dyer. And because you are so permanent, I will sew you together again. You'll see the seam will only make you stronger."
The sun had almost completely risen, the morning that serene and brief limbo between light and dark, a cross between suffering and relief, strangely. The only hope was in the awareness that light would indefinitely arrive to wash out the pained darkness. But in the interim, there was peace in that murky shine and we soaked in that place, that place without hope or fear.
"Now you can never say you didn't know. You can choose only to dismiss the memory."
That was the last of my fury, the last of my wrath, my bitter, confused anger.
It belonged to them now.





