My Dark Beast: a Sleeping Beauty retelling (Wicked Retellings Book 1)

by Olivia Wildenstein

“That you’re not too bothered by your predicament.” “I’m very bothered by it.” “Hot and bothered. Not the same thing.”

“You’re not some means to an end. You’re my fucking salvation, Calamity.”

They’re like the same art model painted by two different artists—one crafted with dainty brushstrokes and subdued light, and the other, with blunter strokes and dramatic illumination.

“Were you riding an elliptical or my cousin?”

“I suggested a compost ceremony, but Malachi told me it was in very poor taste.”