My Soul to Keep (African Immortals, #1)

by Tananarive Due

“David? It’s me.” “Hey, baby,” Dawit said.

nooooooooo! he's david?

He had killed again.

how was this the best plan?

He had never cooked a meal with Rosalie the way he did now with Kira. Despite his son’s begging, he’d never taught Rufus to play even a simple scale on the clarinet. He’d had no notion that it should be any other way.

i hate you sir

absolutely no women could receive the blood, he said— because women might carry it in their wombs, passing it on to children. Immortals must not become a race ungoverned, Khaldun said.

So they're not even gonna test it out before making it a rule? Cult mentality....

Jessica had not even been born when its lyrics first found his pen, but in his heart Dawit had written the song for her.

Ugh shut up!

“He says you and me have to leave, Mommy.

Jessica the red flags are getting bigger girl!

Then, you and I are camping out in the Everglades for two days away from civilization.

DON'T GO INTO THE WOODS JESSICA!

“You didn’t have to do it that way,”

Yeah he's a dumb ass.

Seth. Seth Tillis.

Did you forget you murdered you're daughter wheo has the same last name?! Are you dumb?

“There was a woman in a nursing home in Chicago …”

FINALLY!!!

All along, she’d thought she was this great crusader for truth; but, in reality, she’d been doing nothing but running from it.

RIGHT!