House of Hunger

by Alexis Henderson

But begrudging contentment was not the same as happiness. At best it was familiarity, and at worst defeat. It certainly wasn’t the same as true fondness.

We are all alike in the fact that our great life’s work is deciding who and what we are willing to bleed for. —Olivia, Bloodmaid of the House of Fog

I can’t continue to fight my hunger for you, Marion. I want you near me. I would give you everything. All of me, if you’ll only let me have you.”

She didn’t know how to tell her that the very idea of her taking another girl into her arms, loving her, made her feel like someone was sawing into her heart with a dull butter knife. It was pathetic, but she would almost rather be dead than watch Lisavet come to love another. She wasn’t even certain she’d survive it.