Empire of the Damned (Empire of the Vampire, #2)

by Jay Kristoff

And if God Himself should tear us asunder, if all the Endless Legion stood in my path, I would find my way back from the shores of the abyss to fight at your side. I’ll not leave you, Dior.’ “Reaching down, I squeezed her hands tight as I dared. “‘I will never leave you.’

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“‘The road is black ahead,’ I told her. ‘And it’s hard to keep walking when you can’t see the ground beneath your feet. But that’s what courage is. The will to keep walking in the darkness.

Wow. Kristoff getting deep today!

“‘I’m just saying I ended up sleeping inside her,’ the girl said, still looking queasy about it. ‘So you’ll pardon me if I’m not in a hurry to name another.’ “I glanced at Dior’s beast, lips pursed. ‘What about Blanket?’ “‘Oh, God, STOP IT!’ she wailed, burying her face and kicking her heels.

🤣🤣🤣🤣 This is gross, but still very funny. 😬

“‘That was before you chose to jam your head up your arse.’ “‘Oh, very droll. You want to help me or mock me?’ “‘Fancied I’d mock you, actually,’ I snapped. ‘Because not that I’m an expert on vampires—oh, wait, I fucking am—but you’ve not the first clue about the unholy shitstorm you’re charging toward.

I love Gabe. 🤣

‘But we have to stay true to the ones we care about. We have to try. Or what the hell is all this for?’

Well said, Dior.

Jean-François smiled. “You are not a bastard, de León. You are a cunt.” “Well. You are what you eat, vampire.”

“Celene was a behemothic cunt.”

“‘Aaron and I did not fall in love, sweet child. We plummeted.’

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To hate the thing that is completing you. To love the thing that is destroying you. What perfect suffering. What hell divine.

‘The goddesses ruined a perfectly good arsehole when they put teeth in yer mouth, didn’t they?’

“‘But don’t ye see? We don’t get broken. We’re made broken. We are not whole alone. But if we’re blessed, if we’re brave, we might find those few whose edges fit against our own. Like pieces of the same puzzle, or shards of the same shattered blade. Those people who, in their own broken way, make our broken edge complete.’

I’d one-seventh of two-fifths of fuck-all to contribute in back-alley dealings among the All Mothers, and so, I nodded goodeve to Brynne at the base of the stairs and trudged back up to my room, intent on drowning thirst and sorrows both.