City of Smoke and Brimstone (House of Devils, #4)

by Kayla Edwards

“And it doesn’t matter who, Darien. They’re all vile.” “It’ll matter when I line them up and shoot them in order of importance.”

yes sir!

“Rev, rev, rev your boat, aggressively down the canaaaaal,” Malakai sang, his grating voice slicing through the fog, like a fork scraping across a plate. “Un-merrily, un-merrily, un-merrily, un-merrily, life is but a nightmaaaaaaaare.”

the way i cackled at this

“Oh, I’m sure you do. You’d all be one big, happy family then, wouldn’t you? Father and son, together at last.”

OMG OMG OMG