All the Dead Shall Weep (Gunnie Rose, #5)

by Charlaine Harris

I wasn’t surprised he was being an asshole, because all men are. They can’t help it, apparently.

I was stuck in the moment of numbness you get after a bad wound, and you know in any second it’s going to hurt so bad you’ll scream… but for a second, you can believe it might not be as bad as it looks.

I was wondering if I could track down my sister’s husband and kill him. But that would be hard on Peter. However, then he’d be Prince Savarov. He might like that? I realized I was thinking of killing people far too easily.

I felt scrambled, like an egg that had been all whipped up and then scraped into the frying pan.

We’d made her day, just by showing up. That was what mothers should be like. I hadn’t known what I’d missed out on until that moment. I felt socked in the gut.

I understood for the first time that though my sister had been conceived in the violence of rape, she had been raised in love.

Being with a man was hard. I wondered if my mother ever wanted to hit Jackson in the head.

I want to marry someone I can talk to, and argue with, without him being scared. And I want to not have to steal for food or count every single penny.”