Honey (Agía Sahnta #2)

by Mariel Pomeroy

To those who can’t remember their childhood because blacking out memories of it was the only way they survived. -M

He’d wanted to keep her when those blue eyes begged him to, back in Aljira. He’d wanted so badly to keep her.

“When enough people believe something, it doesn’t matter if it’s real. The energy that is lent through faith will make it true. That’s how that frivolous book the mortals plastered a religion around and follow so blindly holds magyck. It’s all just energy exchange.”

“No matter how much you love the rain, Aheia, it will drown you if you let it. All of those drops will grow into an ocean and the current will rip you from the surface and force you under until you suffocate. No one will hear you scream then either.”

“Your come”—he leaned into her ear, running his nose against her temple—“is dripping from my tongue. You better fucking remember who you worship with yours.”