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May 7 - May 9, 2021
Her uncle’s face was white with anger, but Kelsea saw something worse written in his expression: aggrieved bewilderment, the look of a man who didn’t know why so many terrible things should happen to him when he had meant so well.
“To know your enemy, Kelsea. Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands, and when that happens, you blame the hands, but you also read the book.”
She saw no remorse in his face, no lingering regret of any kind, only the bewildered look of a man wronged. He was worth so little, but he was certain that the world owed it to him to make up the slack.
“The past is the future, Thorne,”
His love of the things of this world was as strong as anyone’s. Wine, food, women, Tyler had let them all go easily. But his books
Javel saw evil in those bright blue eyes, not malevolence but something much worse: an evil born of lack of self-awareness, an evil that didn’t know it was evil and therefore could justify anything.