Feral (Darkly Ever After, #5)

by Mila Crawford

Dirty talk is an art, and more men need to learn how to do it. The added euphoria of verbal stimulation is the engine of the car.

Don’t let a man dictate your worth or your capabilities.

I didn’t bring you to America so you could turn into garbage. A B-plus is not what my sacrifices were for.

In Persian, you don’t simply say, “I miss you.” You say, “Jaye shoma Kahliyeh,” which means your place is empty. Azadeh not being here has left a void that nothing and no one can ever fill.

Religion isn’t evil, not by itself. If you take lessons from the texts, it could be a form of enrichment. It can help be a moral compass of sorts, but as soon as religion becomes an obsession, it morphs into poison, and that’s when it becomes lethal to anyone who adheres to it. This is why so many people rage against it.”

I’ve allowed myself brief moments of joy because submerging myself into the tremendous bounty of life opens me up to the ruthless truth that anything worthy also carries the earth-shattering weight of devastation.