The Exorcism of Faeries (Morbid Realities, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

Atta loved cats as much as the next reclusive, bookish girl, but she drew the line at figurines.

Me af

Outside, the campus was bustling with students, a hint of the approaching autumn on the wind, stirring the leaves that would soon lose their chlorophyll and show the world how beautiful it is to die.

The Plague has made equal men and women of us all over the past six years.”

“If we were never challenged, Atta, we would never grow.”

“Sometimes fear cleanses the soul, Atta. It reminds us to look at the important things we took for granted while at peace.”

“You can be surrounded by people and still be alone, Atta.”

“If you so much as look at her the wrong way, I’m the one who will make you wish you were dead. That’s who the fuck I am.”

Okayyyy *drool*

It felt like magic, like one of those ethereal moments that makes one feel simultaneously filled to the brim with joy and drowning in despair because you know there will never be a moment exactly like it ever again.

Do you really think revolutions don’t begin with one person? One act? Do you really think change can’t be accomplished by two people? According to some, one man saved the entire world, past, present, and future. According to some, the Storming of the Bastille began the French Revolution, Shakespeare changed the English language, and the Beetles altered music irrevocably. Things would be different if people weren’t so fucking scared all the time but let their fear propel them instead of paralyse them.”

I’ll be your sunshine if you’ll be my rain.”

“Dublin isn’t dreary, she’s melancholic. Her sunshine is in her people.”

how peculiar it is that something transcendent, something unparalleled, can take place and yet humans still walk, breathe, move, live the same. Things like hunger and exhaustion should cease to exist in the face of the sublime, the tragic. And yet, there they are. It felt blasphemous.

“There are things far worse than death.”

“How I thought I was destined to be alone, but it turns out I was starving all these years, waiting for you?”

“Are you still jealous, a stór?” “Only of the walls of your room,” she breathed out.

But then he began a rhythm that felt so familiar it was as if they’d done this countless times. Loved each other countless times in countless other lives, other realities.

Sonder wanted to sketch her, paint her, sculpt her. Immortalise her just like that, clothed in nothing but the sun and the scent of him.

“The most incredible and inexplicable things in life can’t be seen,

(Nee war-in sul-is nah mawd-in-ye gun law) No morning’s sun lasts all day; an Irish Gaelic saying meaning: life is finite, enjoy it while you can

I want to drown in this love, darling,