Hollow Heathens (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #1)

by Nicole Fiorina

And the cruelest is love. Long after death, love has the power to turn us all into the darkest of monsters.

“People will always have something to say, but it’s your fault you become it. At least you can fight back. Some of us don’t have that luxury.”

Hate me, moon girl. Hate me like the rest of them. Hate me as I hate me. Because if you don’t, one of us will kill you, and it will probably be me.

He kissed me as if he had been searching, as if he found a piece of himself again within me. A thing he’d lost somewhere along his way.

“I’ve tried to ignore it, but I can’t. No matter what they say, you were always mine, and you always will be.”

The girl who looked like a ghost, talked to ghosts, raised by ghosts, he made this girl feel like something worth looking at, someone who was wanted.

My wretched soul would choose yours in this life and each one hereafter because, without you, I am certain a monster is what would become of me.’

would go to him, and I would love him. All of him. Over and over … on repeat. Because I was certain all these things he was made of were the very parts missing in me.

Yet, still, I fell in love with the moon. And she, too, fell in love with me.