Nevernight (The Nevernight Chronicle, #1)

by Jay Kristoff

Not reaching out this time. Stretching within. Places the suns had never touched. The shapeless black beneath her skin.

“We are killers, you and I,” he said. “Killers one, killers all. And each death we bring is a prayer. An offering to Our Lady of Blessed Murder. Death as a mercy. Death as a warning. Death as an end unto itself. All of these, ours to know and gift unto the world. The wolf does not pity the lamb. The storm begs no forgiveness of the drowned.”

If you can’t hurt the ones who hurt you, sometimes hurting anyone will do.