Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

Abuse can feel like love . . .’” he repeated. “Why?” Damon remained so still it didn’t look like he was breathing. He looked at the teacher, unwavering. “Starving people will eat anything.”

Reality always disappoints.”

“I think that’s why I’ve always liked this time of day best. People hide in the dark. They quench their thirsts in the dark. They build their secrets in the dark. We’re more ourselves here than anywhere else. I get to be me”—he swallowed, staring at me—“when nightfall is coming.”

“Hell hones heroes, you know?

Damon Torrance was gifted at manipulating someone’s mind. Putting the right glasses over someone’s eyes to make them see the world how he wanted them to see it. God help the woman who ever fell in love with him.

“You can’t be burned if you’re the flame.”

“After a while, you get tired of pretending that you’re in control of everything that happens to you.” He paused, turning to me again. “And you start being what happens to everyone else.”

“The role of the villain is only determined by who’s telling the story.”

“I’m wild crazy for you, and I’m sure I’ll kill you at some point, but . . . God, I love you so much,

Happy people don’t fear death, because there’s nothing more they want out of life than what they have right now.

“Live for your love,” the judge said, “love your life, and raise hell.”