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Give me every drop of you, give me even your blood, I’ve been soulless for too long, and left emptied, needing to be whole again
He had never told anyone the way the title felt like a skin stretched too tightly over a body holding more soul than it had room for.
It threw him right back to his youth, into that fear that crept up in the middle of the night. What if he was about to look at something people shouldn’t see? What if Hell was real?
“Pain is part of what makes someone human, I have no wish to numb it.”
If you don’t take them from me, one of my brothers will, and they won’t show nearly the care. I’ve seen it happen. I’ve done it. You have no idea what it’s like, to have something ripped from you by someone you love. They don’t care for clean cuts, they tear. The scar is the point. It’s a punishment —”
“Because humans are curious beings. And when I found curiosity, I also found fear. And then it all came flooding in like a plague, and those feelings aren’t for us, they’re for you.”
I mean, how could God love us and still make it so hard, and if we were all going to hell anyway, then what was the point? Why put us here to suffer, and then suffer some more?”
Just to ask again why any of this was necessary. Why his resolve was so set. Why he would be so fearful of family he loved that he’d seek out a stranger to wound him instead.
If God hadn’t loved him before, he never would now.
“Will I love you too little or too much?” “Any love at all,” Gabriel sighs, “is enough for me. I’ll meet you where you are.”
unfamiliar with the sensation of love he’s been taught never to have.

