Flock (The Ravenhood Book 1)

by Kate Stewart

The only love I’ve ever known or craved is the kind that keeps me sick, sick with longing, sick with lust, sick with need, sick with grief. The distorted kind that leaves scars and jaded hearts.

Don’t be a slave to the insanity of keeping time and keeping up. Now is the only thing you have control over, and even so, it’s an illusion.”

I expect passion and butterflies, and one or two fairy tale moments. When we fight, I want it to hurt. When we fuck, I want to feel it with every fiber of my being. When a man confesses his love to me, I expect him to mean it. I don’t want to question the words’ authenticity. I want to be claimed and owned and ruled and possessed by love. Is that expecting too much?

My greatest hope is to be in all-consuming love. My biggest fear is to be in all-consuming love.

“Do women actually sleep with you?” “No, never. They’re too busy screaming my name,” he says without a trace of humor. “Except the last girl—she was a corpse.”

Cancer is very much like a cockroach. They always come back to the one who hosts them best.”