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

by Amber V. Nicole

“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.”

Sammy is too perfect

“Samkiel.” She dragged my name out in reprimand. “Dianna.” I copied her in response. “You are about…” I paused, counting how long it had been since she crashed into my life. “A year and six months too late for that. 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. So, in short, you shouldn’t have made me love you.” Her eyes narrowed in agitation, but I felt the warmth of our love slide along our bond. “Make? You make it sound like I forced you.” “You did. I had no choice. You’re an evil, evil woman.” I shrugged. “I was merely a victim.”

Samkiel <3

“I know it’s hard for you to comprehend. I doubt you’ve experienced a fraction of what I have, but let me explain it in the simplest of terms. Dianna is not some simple consort or conquest to me, nor is she some vessel I can empty myself into when I feel the need and then not think of her again. She is everything to me, the very blood in my veins. Beings dream of paradise, of everlasting bliss when they eventually die and leave this life, but that’s what she is to me. I can’t imagine a world without her in it, and the thought that Kaden has dragged her into the one place I cannot step foot in makes me beyond volatile. I need to be by her side. Not for her protection, but for my own sanity.”

Sami!!!!!!

It was at least a three-hundred-foot drop, and I could see the orange glow of bubbling lava flowing far below. I sighed. Of course, one of the main supervillains of the Otherworld would have a mini volcano in his catacombs lair. Typical.

Dianna's inner monologue is the best

Another punch and the adrueth female fell from the open port, spinning into the waiting jaws of a passing Ig’Morruthen. A battle cry preceded a soldier, and I lifted my blade, blocking his strike. “Are you mad at me?” I called above the sounds of battle. Dianna snapped the neck of another soldier before turning toward me, her hands half raised. “What?”

An "are you mad at me?" in the middle of a fight sequence!!!!!!!

She was a dream, and I’d be a nightmare for her.