Lovely Violent Things (Hollow's Row, #2)

by Trisha Wolfe

Faith consists in believing what reason cannot. VOLTAIRE, THE WORKS

We don’t get the choice of where we originate from; but everything after is all choice.

“Light cannot exist without the dark. Good cannot exist without evil. The totality. Ergo, peace cannot exist without violence.”

If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

touches. It’s cruel words and fiery tempers. It’s instant chemical attraction across a quad when you make that first real connection, when you feel the center of gravity shift…and you know nothing will ever be the same again.”

“I want you,” he says, as relentless as the storm. “All of you. Your sexy as fuck body that drives me right out of my goddamn senses. Your intellectual mind, rational and logical to a frightening degree, but so fucking brilliant everyone else around you pales miserably by comparison. Your beautifully broken soul, so immersed in anguish it chokes me—” he swallows hard “—but I relish the pain. I’m begging for it, because the sweetest taste of you soothes the burn, and it’s fucking euphoric.”

“If you can’t trust the person, trust their intent.”

“The villain only becomes such after he’s lost that which he cannot live without,” he says. “I’m in no need of a metamorphosis. I refuse to lose you.”

“Satisfaction is an impossible demand,” he says. “But I can be contented right this second to taste the rain on your lips.”