The Contortionist (Harrow Faire, #1)

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

If souls are the currency of hell, then the devil himself has become the victim of inflation.

Living with constant pain was a gradient. Either it hurt, or it hurt worse.

“Mmm, hate is a strong word.” He grinned. “I think ‘loathe to the point where they wish I would burst into flames and spend the rest of eternity screaming in agony’ is a stronger and far more appropriate descriptor.”

They say that the very worst thing a man can be denied is love. This is not true. The very worst thing anyone can be denied is not the respite to be found in another’s arms—but that which is to be discovered in the embrace of the grave. Death is a mercy.