Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

I learned I quite enjoy the taste of brutality on my tongue. Love the way it blossoms like a flower springing from the earth, igniting a compulsion like no other.

There’s something magical in the act of holding another’s life in your hands. A kind of symmetry found in nature, where you’re given the opportunity to bring beasts to grisly fates or heal them instead.

She’d say humans are made up of energy, and that energy has a certain magnetism to it that attracts both what we fear and what we desire, and it was up to us to reflect the kind of life we wanted to the universe so it would be able to deliver.

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free?

If Elena is even half as divine as the fruit in the Garden of Eden, I absolutely understand Eve’s surrender.

“You’re going nowhere, my little Persephone. I didn’t bring you back to my island just so you could leave, and I’m certainly not relieving you of your sentence. You’ll serve it at my goddamn side as the queen of my little Underworld, and all your family will ever be able to do is watch.”

Maybe Hades was lonely too, and he brought Persephone to his realm because he knew she’d bring the light with her.

“If you’re jealous, I’m a goddamn psychopath.”