These Violent Delights (These Violent Delights, #1)

by Chloe Gong

“You know me. Running around. Living life. Committing arson.”

Even as this hate consumed her, it was not enough to burn away every instinct she had to reach for Roma, to keep him from harm.

facing the human equivalent of stale bread.

Sometimes it was hard for Kathleen to remember that she was still her own person, not just shards of a mirror, reflecting back a thousand different personalities most fitting for the situation.

Marshall was only ever sensible when he was trying to keep Benedikt away from trouble.

The stars incline us, they do not bind us.