Fatal Harmony (The Vein Chronicles, #1)

by Anne Malcom

Heroes and villains existed solely to sell movie tickets. To fuel ideas about life to keep the ideological machine chugging away,

You want a real, ‘hide under you bed, break out the crucifix’ monster? How about you open a newspaper, turn on the TV, have a fucking browse through your history books. You’ll find your monster there.” I gestured to the twinkling skyline, then leaned forward even further so his breath was hot on my face, his fury like a space heater. “But that one’s far too scary to take on, so you stalk us instead. We’re different enough that it seems justifiable to kill us. Humans, on the other hand, are just too darn similar to you to be damning and slaying. What with all those gray areas, you might find the worst monster you’ve ever faced staring back at you in the mirror.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to see misogynistic cockiness has endured through little movements like feminism. Makes things so much more interesting.”

was better to be a little crazy so when the world threw you a lotta crazy, you knew how to deal with it.