The Death Club (Dead Men Walking, #1)

by Caroline Peckham

People always hated others

for being different, but really they just hated themselves for being average.

people who liked reading stories like mine about fucked up men like me and fantasised about taking them to bed, so maybe that was where I’d find my people. The readers who understood that sometimes a bit of choking was perfectly acceptable or maybe even desirable and wouldn’t judge me for it.

Mood

When life gives you assholes, make assholeaid.

Facts

I woke in the softest sheets I’d ever slept in, moaning as I stretched my whole body out into the huge bed. I had never, in all my life, been in a bed this big or this comfy. Sure, I was a prisoner in a basement and I was probably gonna die yada, yada, yada. But right now, I was in heaven and I’d learned a long time ago to live in the moment.

Wisdom

Ignorance is Swiss after all. And the Swiss are notoriously happy.

writing books about psychos in a magical prison for Fae who are all ruled by the stars and the zodiac and the lead character would be this badass werewolf girl who wants to break out a hot, tattooed incubus with a pierced dick and-”

Is this a real book???

shiver tracked down the length of my spine. I could feel his soul when I was this close to him and it was a wicked, wicked thing. It reached into the depths of my own essence, calling me out and begging for the darkness in me to rise. It wasn’t chaotic like Niall’s, it was calm and deadly, like a praying mantis waiting for unsuspecting prey. Maybe I was that prey. And maybe I didn’t mind that so much.

And in true mantis fashion but reversed he would kll her after they fuck

You know what they say about holding grudges. It’s like drinking poison and expecting your anemone to die."

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. Then we’ll run away together like Bono and Claud. I’ll learn the harp and play it on the roadside, busking for money. People will be so entranced by my music they won’t even realise when Dead Man slips his hands in their pockets and steals their wallets. I’ll smile at him with stars in my eyes and he’ll smile back. A real smile - his beard will be gone so I can see it properly. And his hair will be all pushed back like those movie people, and when we steal a car and drive off into the sunset, he’ll kiss the back of my hand and say, “I’d steal the moon for you, baby pie.”

But this wasn't the same as Ava. Brooklyn wasn't dead. And I wasn't leaving her to rot in some psych ward for the rest of her damn life. If she was crazy, then so was I and I didn't for one second believe being a psychopath was a sign of insanity. We were just a persecuted profession and we needed to stick the fuck together in this world of judgemental bastards.

Um wow ok i guess

I jumped down from Jack’s back as she grabbed a taser from her hip to try and immobilise me. But I wasn’t scared of a little zippy zapper. I threw myself at her, headbutting her in the tit just as the taser slammed into my side. I fell with a scream that turned into a moan, my mind awakening like I was coming up from beneath a dark sea. The drugs tugged me back down a little, but I was gonna get my ass out of here before they consumed me completely.