Famine (The Four Horsemen, #3)

by Laura Thalassa

In fact, I know I have a nice mouth—or a naughty mouth, depending on who you talk to—but it’s well-liked, all the same.

I love her so much

“You are a human-shaped headache,” he mutters. “What a compliment to headaches everywhere.” “Do you ever stop talking?” “Only if you put something in my mouth,” I say. “I’m partial to food, but dicks work too.”

HAHAHAHAHA you tell him Ana

“Only if you put something in my mouth. Dicks are still an option,” I say, just to taunt him. “I thought you weren’t offering,” he says. I open my mouth to argue, but—oh, he’s right. “I might make an exception just this once,” I say, “for the sake of humanity, of course. A blowjob to end all bloodshed—that sounds appropriately valiant.” It really does. A horseman was brought to his knees when a human got down on hers …

A BLOWJOB TO SAVE ALL BOWJOBS

“Fine. I guess that leaves me to talk about sex. Moist, thick, wet sex.” Another beat of silence passes, then— “Would you like another compliment?”

I LOVE THEIR CHEMISTRY SO MUCH

“You foolish little flower, don’t you know?” he scolds me. “I kill everything. If you leave my side, you will die.” I push uselessly at his shoulders. “Then let me die, damn you!” “No.”

He really pulled the "nuh uh"

“One other inhuman thing about me, flower.” Famine turns his head slightly towards me. “I don’t simply exist, I hunger.”

I hunger for Famine, gimme him rn

“You mentioned how you were worse than Pestilence and War,” I say, “but what about Death?” Famine holds my gaze for a long minute, then gives me a slight nod, like he’s conceding a point to me. “Nothing is worse than him.”

Lies, I love Thanatos, the sweetie pie

Famine wears an unforgiving expression as he stares down at the man, his scythe holstered at his back. Behind him, lightning flashes towards the earth, illuminating the horseman’s armor and hair. BOOOOM! BOOOOM-BOOOM-BOOOOOM! “Never, ever fuck with what is mine,” he says. And then he crushes the man’s windpipe.

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Please,” he rasps. “I can … still help … I’m … sorry … misunderstanding.” There’s a pause, then I hear the Reaper’s low laughter. “A misunderstanding? No, no, my friend. It was one thing to try to hurt me. But then you went and tried to hurt her.”

you tell em pookie

I let out a wretched laugh. “You give God a bad name.” Famine forces out his own laugh. “You give humans a good one.”

I love him, I love them and I want to be in the meat in tghe middle of their sandwich

“Because around you,” he says, “I feel the oddest urge to use my power to create rather than destroy.”

Because you LOOOOOOOVE her