Captured by the Fae Beast (Monsters of Faery, #1)

by Mallory Dunlin

I am going to scream and not stop,"

"I've only killed four people for her thus far. I wouldn't mind making it five."

"Always saying things about the healing power of time and choosing to be happy. Ignore them all and feel however you feel. We all grieve differently, and how you mourn will look different from how I mourn."

"I feel like a monster, sometimes," I admitted. "Someone I loved died horribly, and I'm pacing around bored. It feels like it should take up all the space in my life, and it... doesn't."

"It is as acceptable to be resilient and to mourn in the back of your heart as it is to

be fragile and for that mourning to take everything you have. Some people are left breathless from pain, and others can walk on broken legs."

"Don't torture yourself for being made of steel instead of glass.

Things have bloomed to fill the empty space, like flowers in the sunlit patch of the woods where a tree has fallen. How could I come back and destroy the gardens they've grown? That's not love."

We dream about wounded men who love us passionately enough to do the hard work of healing.

A fork in the road, with two paths to choose from. But the thing about paths is that they're only one part of the landscape. It's so much easier to walk down an existing path than to forge your own, but if you're in the woods, you can always step off the path and find your own way.