Terror at the Gates (Blood of Lilith, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

To the women who were told they must submit to the dominance of man.

I’d rather be a sinner than a hypocrite.

We were not responsible for lust in men. We existed, and they desired.

There were six other statues across Eden: Raziel, Uriel, Menadel, Arakiel, Sariel, and Metatron.

RAZIEL! Good to have you back, buddy. I've missed you since finishing Shadowhunters

He stood, looking deep in thought, with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. His brows were furrowed, his mouth tight, a sign he was displeased with something—usually me.

His name was Luke Morganstern, but everyone called him Dr. Mor. He was an older man with short salt-and-pepper hair and a black mustache. The skin below his jawline sagged, which made him look like he was always frowning, except that he was actually always cheerful.

SO SHADOWHUNTERS

“Lilith.” I tilted my head back, meeting Zahariev’s gaze. “What?” One side of his mouth lifted. “I just want you to look me in the eyes when you lie.”

“You have a pretty mouth, little love, but you say the ugliest things.”

“I didn’t become a heathen until my magic surfaced,” I said. “What’s your excuse?” “I was born this way,” he said.

Hold me tighter, Zahariev, she’d said. If I did, could I keep her from breaking?

“Just promise me you won’t die.” He laughed quietly, eyes trained on my lips. “Wasn’t planning on it,” he said.

SCARLETT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS

They will call her a demon, but I watched her transform, and I will call her goddess.

Of course, they will say Eve tempted Adam and again I will say—how many times will men blame women for their choices?