City of Mirth and Malice (Order and Chaos, #2)

by Alexis L. Menard

“All change starts with one person pissed off enough to get their hands dirty.”

“There isn’t a hell in the void that could keep me from you, Milla. I’d suffer for a lifetime to have another moment on your lips.”

“Don’t tempt me to find some, Nicolai. I’m not in the right mind to be merciful.” “She’s stunning when she’s homicidal, isn’t she, cousins?”

He was danger and darkness and deliverance, and he was every desire of my soul embodied.

“You might regret that, Attano,” I said with a grin, recalling how tidy his room had been the day I intruded. “I don’t clean.” “I don’t care.” His words whispered into my cheek as his lips grazed my skin. “I’ll marry your mess. I’ll take care of you, princess.”

“Your remnant is what makes you who you are. There’s nothing good or bad about it. The only reason you resent your power is because how others have reacted to it, but that is not your fault, and it is not within your power to control how others see you—only how you see yourself.”

he was like picking up a book I’ve read a hundred times.

“Speak kinder about yourself.” She continued to lecture me above the sounds of my coughing. “The things we whisper to the shadows have a tendency to come true.”

“Tell me you love me every day. Don’t miss a single morning.” My fingers combed through her wet hair. “I’ll tell you every day, until our last sunrise. And even then, when we cross the veil, I’ll whisper it through the void until my voice fills Oblivion. I love you, Camilla.”