Devour the Dark (Devourer, #2)

by Nikki St. Crowe

“Never let anyone dull your edges. The world will never be your blade. You must be your own.”

Any scholar or researcher knows that witnessing something with your own eyes will always supersede reading about it.

I am who I am today because of everything that came before. How could I possibly wish for it to change now?

I don’t want to think about love. Or contemplate the consequences of losing what is loved. I just want to feel. Pleasure and lust and temptation are close enough and I know pleasure like I know the sunlight. It’s familiar and warm and I don’t have to worry about it abandoning me. It’s always there.

Maybe this is love. Maybe love is the same as worship. We could all learn a thing or two on our knees.

Perhaps in my desire to know him for who he really is, I fooled myself into believing he could be known. Can any of us be known? Truly for who we are?

All of the aches and pains are gone. All of the wisdom of age, none of the hubris of youth. I feel like I could conquer the world.

It’s startling how everything can change, and yet the imprint of the old remains.