The Gilded Wolves (The Gilded Wolves, #1)

by Roshani Chokshi

Fléctere si néqueo súperos Acheronta movebo. If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell. —VIRGIL

He wished he didn’t know what he had lost. Maybe then every day wouldn’t feel like this. As if he had once known how to fly, but the skies had shaken him loose and left him with nothing but the memory of wings.

“What would friendship entail?” “Well, on Wednesdays, we sacrifice a cat to Satan.”

“Take what the world owes you by any means necessary,” Pride had said. “The world has a shit memory. It will never pay its debts unless you force its hand.”

But what no one tells you is that even when you decide which world you will live in, the world may not always see you as you would wish. Sometimes it demands that you be so outrageous as to transcend your very skin. You can change your name. Your eye color. Make yourself a myth and live within it, so that you belong to no one but yourself.”

His gray eyes were still wide, but death had stolen their luster forever.

Lust taught him that a broken heart made a fine weapon, for its pieces were exceptionally sharp.

“Lust is safer than love, but both can ruin you.”