Good Intentions (The Road to Hell, #1)

by Brenda K. Davies

I was contemplating lifting her onto the table and sinking myself into her, and she looked as if she were contemplating my death.

“I am born of anguish, hate, pride, torment, wrath, envy, lust, greed, and sorrow. I am born of the suffering of the souls and of the necessity to replace a leader who had fallen.

I lay awake at night torn between fantasies of the man sleeping in the room next to mine and plagued by the idea I could become a monster.

I could fling fire like a demon, die and love like a human, and feel the pulse of life like an angel,

He simply lifted an eyebrow and maintained a bored expression that made my fingers curve with the urge to claw his eyes out of his head. That seemed like a more demonic instinct to me, or perhaps it was entirely human.