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

by Amber V. Nicole

"Can I burn him now?" "I'm contemplating the fallout as we speak,"

"I don't find quips or innuendos about my wife humorous, Iver, and if you make crude comments about her again, I will no longer concern myself with being your ally. I will have your head, and then I will have your city."

“Countless warriors, kings, queens, and beasts have braved this cavern in search of the gift that chalice holds. All have died, their bones riddling the ground in proof of their failure. You reach the prize, take one look, and say… ew?”

Oh gods, I would never stop trying to free them, and if I ever believed there was no hope, I would give them mercy.

“Need I remind you that I did try a softer approach? I was called every foul name he could think of, and I still maintained my calm. The only reason his head is no longer connected to his body is that he tried to attack you.”

Keep the poor poorer and the rich richer, it seemed, but then I guess we shouldn’t expect anything else from a power-hungry tyrant.

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

I decided a long time ago I would rip the world apart for you, alive or dead. You only need to be threatened for me to start feeling murderous.

“The world around us is on fire, and you two are shoving your tongues down each other’s throats. I’m honestly not the least bit shocked.”

“Love is a curse, Ayla, and you are its wielder.”

“You have already given too much, and he’d never forgive me for hurting his little girl.”

Dianna had poured her grief down every connection she had, as if her mind had done it instinctively in an attempt to save itself.