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Love is not supposed to be beautiful. It’s supposed to be a raw, gritty struggle that forces you to face the most vulnerable parts of yourself, so that when the good times come, you can savor and enjoy them, fully appreciate what they’re worth. Otherwise, you take it all for granted. —Lana Myers
“When she told me she was screwing around with a FBI agent, I almost had a fucking brain aneurism,” he says,
The end is coming. But I almost don’t even care anymore. My dispassion is just one repercussion of turning numb to survive.
My main priority is to see this through, grant my brother’s dying wish, and finally lay to rest all the misery from the past.
“I need something to stab, and he needs to be stabbed. Seems like we could help each other out,” I tell him dryly.
“He doesn’t love me like I love him,” I say hoarsely. “I love him enough to burn the world to the ground in his name.”
He wanted happiness for Jake. He wanted wrath from me. He thought Jake too kind for such a task. He knew the anger would burn harshly in my broken heart. He knew I was a monster before I did.
“You are not sick. Marcus was right—you’re the strongest fucking person I know. You’re not sick, Lana. You’re a fucking dark angel that can set the world free from this sick town.”
I’m happy to report that I don’t burst into flames, so maybe I’m not completely consumed by evil just yet, despite the fact I desecrated the church bell tower with Kyle’s mostly skinless body.
“I think you’re selling your soul to the devil for revenge, and I’m trying to help you before it’s completely gone. I want to save you.”
“I hope you never catch this one. I hope this one ends every shred of evil this town has left in it. I believe in avenging angels, Agents. And I think this killer has been granted a dark gift to rid this world of the corruption this town offers. I thought there was a soul left to save, but now I don’t think there is. I think the angels’ wrath is here.”
Einstein believed that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
“I heard noises that didn’t sound like pleasure—which really should say something about your skills—so I barged in to save your life. From a lesbian who had your dick captive in her vagina. What the hell, Jake?”
“I bet you never thought you’d find yourself in love with a serial killer.”
“In case you haven’t heard…I don’t die too easily.”
“I’m still the twisted monster of the night, while you’re the honest hero in the light.”
I hope she fucking kills every last person with a badge who didn’t come to save her when she was left to bleed out.
One person cannot change the world. But one person can strike terror into multitudes. —Robert Evans
Any demon is capable of cruelty, but only an angel is majestic enough to rain down vengeance for the innocent. —Marcus Evans
I even see some people sprinkling salt in their vehicles as though it’ll keep the devil away during their trip ahead.
A wise man knows when the war is lost, and will understand retreat is the only way to save lives. A foolish man will condemn all his followers to death because of his pride. —Robert Evans
Never mock or harm the passionate, for they are the fiercest with their wrath.
“I love you, little sister,” he says softly. “I love you, big brother,” I say back, clutching him tighter.
“Now go kill them all while I burn the town to the ground.” I nod. “Phase ten.”
