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.

Whether she knows it or not, she gave herself to me that night. Surrendered her soul under the guise of choice. And though I left the way Death usually does—silently, before dawn—it was never my intention not to return and collect.

How do you control Death when it knows your every weakness?

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?

“’Til the villain left the paths of ease to walk in perilous paths, and drive the just man into barren climes.”

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

The product of a bad decision, brought about because my mother was practically a saint, and she didn’t want to punish anyone else for her mistakes. Still, the universe didn’t reward her.

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

anxiety is a luxury I’ve never been able to afford.

Or maybe it’s that the violence comes as a tribute to me, being wielded on my behalf in a way no one has ever done for me before. When you grow up in the world of la famiglia, you’re taught to take the abuse. Fight back when you can, but on the whole and especially where men are involved, you’re expected to put up with it.