Wintersong (Wintersong, #1)

by S. Jae-Jones

I have waited a long time. A long time during which you never came. A long time during which you grew distant. A long time during which you forgot me.”

After all, I was not a child of beauty; I was a child of the queer, the strange, and the wild.

What will you do when there is no one left to take care of, no one left to look after? Is that when you will finally look after you?”

I was the sun around which their world spun, the axis around which their maelstrom twirled.

I have no words and I am far from Heaven, but I do not care. I want to lie with the Devil and would do so again and again, just to feel like this. I am gripping his cloak so tight, I imagine the impression of the embroidery will be left on my palms for days.

I desired so hard I wanted to be found desirable in return.

My life, my future, my loved ones—I had thrown it all away for selfishness. Because for once, just once, I had wanted to be wanted. Desired.

I won’t settle for half your heart when I want your whole soul.

“I am wildness and madness made flesh. You’re just a girl”—he smiled, and the tips of his teeth were sharp—“and I am the wolf in the woods.”

The door had been opened between us, and I wanted him to walk in and treat my body like home.