Rebel Witch (The Crimson Moth, #2)

by Kristen Ciccarelli

If this was weakness, he wanted to be weak. If this was sin, let him be damned to hell. Kissing Rune was like a realignment. There was before, when everything was off its axis. And there was after, when everything was steady and right.

Isn’t that the point of art—to tame the monsters in us?

“You are far worse than a thorn in my side,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming at her. “You are a knife in my heart.”

“Live in the darkness too long, and eventually you won’t recognize the light,”

Love can’t be controlled. Love can’t obey unjust laws. Love will always oppose tyrants.”

“Sometimes our paths must diverge from those we love,”