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I rather liked liars. It meant they were afraid of telling the truth, and I loved making humans face their fears.
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Don’t give them something to chase.
I believed the summoning ritual had worked. I believed I had summoned a demon. I believed that demon was Leon.
We’re drawn to the brightness: human lives burn so brightly but so briefly. An explosion, a roaring fire in the night. We demons…are more like smoldering coals.
“I think about you hurting me, making me suffer, and rubbing it in my face how much I like it.”
If this was sin, I’d gladly purchase my one-way ticket to Hell.
Funny, I’d always thought I would die angry. That I’d die for hatred and fury. Dying for love didn’t hurt any less; it probably hurt more. But I felt better than I thought I would.
I’d fallen to my knees. The stones were so cold, and I was sobbing, my tears mingling with the puddles of water at God’s feet. It was agonizing but it was joyous. It was the deepest, truest terror I could imagine, so awful I wanted to die.
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