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To everyone who never believed in fairy tales because they understood the villain. And to me, for finishing the series of a lifetime.
It has always been better to remain quiet than risk speaking words no one believes.
You’ll never know all our secrets, but you can admire our truths.
I can’t breathe, ever. Why can’t anyone see that? Can they not see me turning purple? The hands of my mind choking me?
“Life left you empty so that you’d have room to fill it. We are only hollow if we allow ourselves to remain that way.”
I’d always thought it was beautiful, his grief. A living reminder of a love lost too soon.
“They say I’m dead on the inside.” “They call me cursed. I wonder which is worse?”
“I had to learn how not to live for the trauma and loss. I’m living in spite of it. Don’t let him win.”
I’ve always believed love is like water, the way it flows between bodies and souls. You can’t stop the flow of it because one pathway is closed off. It just finds another exit.
Better to remain in pain than admit the truth.
There isn’t a single person in this world who will look out for you better than yourself.
She wants people to see her as cold. But she can’t hide the warmth in her chestnut-colored eyes.
“It’s just, with your mental health issues, I don’t know how someone like you will be able to handle a serious relationship. It’ll be a lot on the ol’ brain once you take over fully, won’t it?”
Wtf
Could the cursed woman of Ponderosa Springs be my saving grace?
The scent is proof of all the beauty found in violence.
Non timebo mala on the left. Vallis tua umbra on the right.
Vallis tua umbra
“I’ve got a real hard-on for redheads. Maybe try some hair dye and we can circle back to this?”
“I want insurance.” “Call fucking State Farm, Caldwell.”
We’d destroy each other in the bedroom. Neither one of us would be willing to give up control,
“No one will believe that I’m unfaithful to my wife. They all know what happens when someone touches what belongs to me.”
“You can’t be afraid of something you’ve never known,”
“No, Silas. I’m not afraid of love,” I say firmly. “But you should be afraid of me. I hurt people who try to care about me, Hawthorne. Don’t let yourself becomes one more victim of my wretched heart.”
I’m not afraid of a curse, especially when they look like Coraline Whittaker.
“It means you’re mine now, Hex.”
“Silas, I promise to be your peace when the world provides only war. To be your secret keeper and safe haven. Today, I vow to be the one person who accepts you for who you are and who you will become.” She glances up at me, holding my gaze as she speaks the last line. “Till death do us part.”
“On this day, I vow to make your rage my own, to weather the storm of your revenge and keep you forever safe. I promise to stand by you. No matter what comes, you will never be alone. Till death do us part.”
“I’ll take a bullet in the skull, Hex. Just make sure you come on my tongue before you pull the trigger.”
“I’m trusting you not to kill me. You’re gonna trust me to eat your pussy.”
This is my Garden of Eden, and I’ll sin every time if it looks like her.
“You’re my wife, Coraline Hawthorne. If I want to cover myself in the blood of a thousand more men to protect you, I will,” I tell her. “They cannot hurt you without having to answer to me.”
“You gonna be a good girl for me, Hex? Let me use your holes until they are leaking my come?”
“Be sure about your answer because I’m not just gonna fuck you. I’ll ruin you. Your body isn’t yours—it’s mine. It’s my temple to worship and mine to fucking destroy.”
“You’re safe with me.”
“Fuck, I’m so full.” “You’re not full until I’m all the way inside of you.”
just like he promised. Silas Hawthorne begins to ruin me. Inside and out.
"If I could kill you twice. I would."
They don't make me want to relive the basement, but they make it worth it.
“We steal. We burn. We bleed. We promise that no matter what, we make our way back, even in death.”
“You read The Iliad and the Odyssey? Did anyone else know Ali could read?” Thatcher says. "I will fucking hit you if you call me that again.”
“What’s your favorite color, Silas?”
reaching forward to brush a piece of hair behind my ear. “For the orangish-red color named Coraline. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. All of it.”
“Curse me. I’ll live my entire life cursed as a reminder that I loved you. That you let me love you. That you loved me.”
Till death do us part.
“You’re not a curse, baby. You’re a fucking blessing.”
Coraline has given me everything I never thought I would have. A family of my own and love without conditions.
I'm in awe of her constantly, her strength and dedication to those in her life. And now she's carrying my child, our baby’s very first home. What a lucky kid.
Because it could be no one else but her. It's us, forever. Inevitable death and all.
Alistair Caldwell is more than wrath. He is a fierce protecter, an older brother, a shadow that cannot exist without a little light.
To know Rook Van Doren is not internal damnation. It's a blessing to witness his burning, his inferno that consumes and releases the embers of the ones he loves.
