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.

Truth

Another for a widowed cleric with a parish in the country in want of a wife of “impeccable morals” and a mother for his nine children (he requested that the lucky woman be no older than two and twenty).

Because just like now men need a woman to take care of them. gag

the dull toll of the church bells echoed down the alley, beckoning them back to their work.

No watch needed

House of Hunger, the House of Fog, the House of Locusts, and the House of Mirrors.

“This will ruin you,” she said, and when Marion attempted to reach out to her, she slapped her hand away. “Mark my words.”

Jealozsy is poisen

Raul’s tear-filled eyes. Her own hand bruised and

Fuck him men are the worst

The first cabin they entered was thick with cigar smoke, and mustached men sat at marble countertops, smoking and sipping small glasses of cognac and brandy, snacking on olives between drinks.

Men because heaven forbid a woman want a cigar and brandy

My mother once told me beautiful was the worst thing a girl could be. I’m now inclined to believe her.

What more could they possibly want?

simply too rich and too bored and looking for violent ways to pass the years.

“What we are made to feel we are made to remember. And there is no feeling as memorable as pain.

“If you have the thinnest hope of becoming a bloodmaid worthy of this House, I do hope you’ll perform better in the future than you have done today.”

Okayyyyy bitch

“My father used to tell me I had eyes for the things I shouldn’t see.”

“Hunger makes monsters of the kindest souls. And to be quite honest . . . I’ve never been particularly kind.”

Love is an act of sacrifice.

Is it? If it is it shouldnt be

Tutor Geoffrey swallowed hard, collected his papers hastily. “It’s been an honor,” he said to Marion, and that was to be the last she ever saw of him.

Wtf