The Man Burned by Winter (Rooker Lindström, #1)

by Pete Zacharias

Each morning, he woke up with a dull flame in his heart, resenting death for not having taken him in the middle of the night.

He knew hope was a drug. Once it’s taken away, it’s damn near impossible to feel that high again.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.’ Don’t know many quotes, but that one—Oscar Wilde—