A Dowry of Blood (A Dowry of Blood, #1)

by S.T. Gibson

“Water your mother’s flowers with their blood.”

Damn right

I knew then I would chase your tiny moments of weakness all the way into hell and back. What is more lovely, after all, than a monster undone with wanting?

In my mind, I was God’s lovely angel of judgment, come to unsheathe the sword of divine wrath against those who truly deserved it.

I wouldn’t realize until later that you were irritable precisely because I was in bloom, because there were suddenly so many sources of joy in my life apart from your presence.

“Come and kiss your sister.

Ew

All those years living under your thumb and I still justified your behavior to the others, hoping to make sense of the madness.

lions among lambs.

Okay twilight

eventually my desire to do something about it, anything about it, outweighed my fear of you.

You go glen coco

“It would be easier if he hated us,” she said. “But he loves us all terribly. And if we go on letting him love us, that love is going to kill us. That’s what makes him so dangerous.”

I was tired of faithfulness.

Slowly, the noose of your love was loosening around my neck.

If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s smiling through pain.