How Does It Feel? (Infatuated Fae, #1)

by Jeneane O'Riley

It was like ten versions of myself were shoved into this body, and I grew more confused about who I was with every day that passed. I just wanted to be myself for a while. I had forgotten what that felt like.

I much preferred the company of animals to people as it was.

Love made you hurt. Love made you distracted and inevitably sad and empty when they left.

I was happy with who I was. Things were often hard, but I knew there was a light at the end of every tunnel.

Though were any of us really all there? Sometimes I wondered.

There is beauty to be found in the dark, just as there is horror within the light.”

We were taught as kids that evil is ugly and crass and beauty is honest and good, but that is a dangerous lie. It’s so much more unsettling for your villain to be ungodly good-looking. It made it even harder to decipher the obscure feelings they elicited from your mind and body.

It was like terror had its own music, and she was the composer.

“You develop a taste for blood when you’re constantly licking your own wounds,”

Remember, the viper warms himself in the daylight but finds his home in the dark.

I pushed her away because I wanted to pull her closer.

“No one expects an angel to set the world on fire,”