Blindly Indicted (Blindly #1)

by Katie May

There’s not a lot I know—and less I understand—about the supernatural world. I know it exists, for one, and I’m suspected to be a part of it. I know that this region of the United States is led by the elusive, dangerous council. I know that William is an enforcer for said council.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen Bambi,”

She’s blind, you bafoon, for all you know she’s never seen ANY movie.

Though the term “home” makes me want to vomit. A blow job it may giveth, but a home it does not maketh. Pretty sure Shakespeare said that somewhere.

My momma said I came into this world calling the doctor an asshole.”

“There’s a lot of evil in this world,” I begin when he doesn’t immediately respond. “Especially here. I knew when I arrived that I might not survive this.” His arms tighten around me, and a growl reverberates through his chest. His heart rate increases with each passing second, the thump thump thump almost comforting. “There’s some, like you and your friends, who embrace their darkness. They wield it like a weapon. They don’t pretend to be one thing and then act another way. And then there’s some who are immensely more dangerous—those who are willfully ignorant. They may not actively seek to hurt others or inflict pain, but they’re aware of everything that is going on and do nothing to stop it. The judge. The warden. My lawyer. They knew what would happen to me, a young, blind female, and yet they saw it as their only option. Their self-preservation and self-interest overruled their sense of righteousness and justice. It’s a subtler evil. Maybe that’s what makes it insidious…because it’s unintentional, not because the people have malevolent aspirations.”

“Shifters are born into their powers, unlike werewolves. They, too, can shift at will, but unlike shadow wolves, they have no restrictions. Most of them have a large form and a small form, as well as their human one.”

from each of the main species. There are seven of us in total. A mage, a shifter, a vampire, a demon, an angel, a werewolf, and a druid. There are other supernaturals out there, of course, but these are the ones who predominantly live in this area. We maintain the peace, create laws, and run a structured system.

those who choose to remain ignorant to the horrors that plague this world are infinitely more dangerous than the ones who actively seek to inflict harm. They see the evil for what it is, yet still choose to look in the other direction.

Hell hath no fury like a woman without cock.

Setting down the book I’m currently reading—a riveting tale about a female vampire and her harem of lovers—I

For all I know, he was feeling cute and decided to get stabby.

He really lives up to his reputation: an esteemed serial killer and assassin. I’ll give him a solid five-star Yelp review.

want my angel to bathe in the blood of her enemies,” Damien says stoutly. Abel blinks at the mage. “I know what you’re going for, man, but you needed to dial it down a notch. You’re here.” He moves his hand above his head. “And you need to be here.” He lowers it to his chest. “Remember what we talked about: girls don’t like crazy.”

one, fucking no one, calls Nina a bitch. Except for me. But I was a little shit back in the day.

emotions and feelings shouldn’t be scary. Love shouldn’t be scary.

“You know, this world would be a better fucking place if girlfriends and exes became best friends

felt each punch like I was experiencing it myself. Did you know I started crying? I never cry. Except for when I’m watching Titanic.

heard some of the guards talking. Did you know that one of the guards, some dude named Rook, fucked and mated with an inmate? I heard the girl, the cockatrice, had a pretty badass shank business.”

Sinclair and Rook!

halls, we came across this siren named Selena.

note to self: find the book that this refers to

I wonder if it hurt…when she fell from heaven. Yeah, I have a whole arsenal of cheesy angel jokes at my disposal.

“Nina?” She has a sweet voice. A trusting one. It doesn’t completely eradicate the trepidation coursing through me, but it sure helps to ease it. “You don’t know me, obvs, but my name is Sinclair Denali. A little birdy—as in, a member of my prison squad—told me you’re trying to get into Nightmare Penitentiary. Been there, done that, checked off that bingo square.” Her voice turns devious. “Basically, I was conveniently convicted, and I’m going to return the favor by helping you. Now, listen up. There’s a lot I have to teach you, my young apprentice. Let’s start with Pop Rocks…”