Till Death (The Never Sky, #1)

by Miranda Lyn

“Orin Faber, bonded husband to Death’s precious Maiden, please join me on stage.”

He dropped his pants just as quickly, and my thundering heart should have given me away. Utter perfection stood on the bank of that river, as if he’d been crafted as my personal punishment for every one of my sins. Orin Faber was an indulgence I’d never let myself experience.

Orin’s healing was not the only mysterious thing about him. In fact, it might have been the least concerning feature when he faced my direction, revealing a heart so black it showed through his skin. Even the surrounding veins had turned black, growing from his heart like vines. For a moment, I thought it might be the most beautiful, intricate tattoo I’d ever seen, until it throbbed.

him. Even now. Even when I fucking hated him, I wanted him. And I’d only just realized it. The darkness in his eyes seemed to fade beneath the moonlight. “I need to hate you.”

“I’m sorry everything is broken, Deyanira. But I want to fix it. I don’t think I’m supposed to want that. Hell, I don’t think I’m supposed to want you, but here we are, and I can’t help the way my heart fucking aches for you.”

am not enough. You are the stars and the storm, Wife. Somehow, you’re both peace and destruction. Nightmare and a daydream. You’re hell and home. Fear and solace. Slumber and panic. Kindness and rage. Light is easy to love, but I’ve seen your darkness, and I want that, too. I crave it. I want to fucking drown it in. But how does any man live up to that? Deserve that?”

the etchings in the leather. “Try standing before a mirror and calling her by her real name: Cythronia Eiria, Goddess of Life, Truth, and Reflection,” she said simply, lifting the book to her chest as she walked out of the room.

You are not a desire, Wife. You’re a godsdamn addiction. Love makes you a weakness. But you’re my strength. My future. Mine. All of you belongs to me. Every heartbeat, every breath. Every second of your eternal life is mine and mine alone. In malevolence, in anger, in hysteria and darkness, you are unwavering. You’re the crescendo, my love. The pinnacle of every song, the climb, and the purpose. And I will love you beyond the final note.”