Gods & Monsters (Serpent & Dove, #3)

by Shelby Mahurin

Hope matters most, I say fiercely. Hope isn’t the sickness. It’s the cure.

“Death isn’t an ending at all, Lou. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. It’s the beginning.” Quieter still, he added, “You’ve lived in fear too long.” “Fear has helped me survive,” I snapped. “Fear has kept you from living.”

Never forget that, child—beautiful things can have teeth.”

I may be a woman—I may be gentle and meek and refined, like a pretty doll—but I have survived more in my eighteen years than you and my parents combined. Do not mistake me for porcelain. Do not mistake me for weak.”

Only fools coveted beautiful and deadly things.

There are very few choices in life that can’t be unmade,

I’d never heard such vehemence. Such passion. I hated it. I hated her. I hated that I didn’t hate her at all.

“Is this really the time to joke?” “It’s never the time to joke with us. If we waited until we were out of life-or-death situations, we could only laugh in our graves.”