The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)

by Amber V. Nicole

"If I ever give you children and you speak to me or them that way, I'll cut your cock off, fry it, and feed it to you."

My marriage to Dianna was not arranged. I married her because I love her. Whether she be Ig'Morruthen, god, celestial, or mortal, my love and devotion to her would not change.

Treasures and gold and artifacts seemed so meaningless when being loved so wholly was far more valuable.

“Give me your pain as you give me your love,” he said, placing my hand against his chest. “Let me carry it as you do, so you’ll never be alone with it.”

“Burn me alive if you must. I’d gladly die by your kiss.”

“It’s better to die by what you think is right than to live under a lie.”

When it comes to you, I’ll always choose you, no matter the consequences. The world can burn, and the realms can fall to destruction. If there is ever a choice between the two, I need you to know that neither the crown nor the throne means anything to me. None of it would matter without you. It’s always you. You are my priority. I may be a god, but you are the altar at which I worship.”

“My beautiful, beautiful, akrai.” My fingers brushed beneath her chin, tilting her face to mine. “There is nothing wrong with you or how you love. It is a gift I treasure more than a kingdom or a crown. So if you’re a fool, then I am as well. There’s no limit to what I’d do to protect you or your heart.”

I’d love her until my bones were ash. When my soul left this realm, and if Death was so kind as to allow us to start over, I’d find her in every life after and love her still.