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The wound is the place where light enters you.
Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.
Death was a curious thing. Planned or unplanned, mitigated or unmitigated, cruel or comfortable, it was the only universal truth that everyone lied about. Most adults she’d encountered spent their lives not thinking about it, trying to outrun it yet heading straight to it. She didn’t know if they realized what she had at such a young age—death was inevitable. It chased everyone from the moment of the first drawn breath and caught them at their last.
His voice was more unexplored sea than bloodied sand, like the fables of creatures in the oceanic dark, luring unsuspecting sailors, dragging them to the depths.
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
She had looked like a goddess, a mystical creature hovering over the dead, come to life from the sea behind her. And in that one instant, she had become his muse.
Those eyes were scandals waiting to happen.
“I can do sexy a lot harder than you, little asp. Be careful what games you play with me.”
We go up in to the sky and become stars.
Caz van der Waal was an enigma, an unknown variable in her equation, an unsolved mystery, and she had always loved and hated those in equal measure.
Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.
“Try it. Try walking off a cliff, I will block you. Try making yourself bait, I will catch you. And try being with another man, I will use his blood and make you the canvas.”
“We’re not done,”
“And we never will be.”
“Beg me again, little asp,” he murmured over her lips. “Infect me with your poison.”
“You could bring gods to their knees, you know that?”
“Just one glance from these eyes would have driven men to murder in old times. Still might.”
“Would it drive you to murder?”
“Oh, little asp. It would drive me beyond.”
“What is beyond ...
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“Because I was a man on the path to damnation and I saw salvation instead. Because being near you makes me feel something beyond rage. Because the chaos inside me quietens when I’m near you.” His words were shaking by the end of his sentence, his hands holding her possessively. “You’ve become my muse, little asp.”
