Fallocaust (Fallocaust, #1)

by Quil Carter

Unlike people, dogs don’t purposely screw you over.

I didn’t… love anything. I didn’t even love myself that much. I thought love was another emotion, like empathy, that I couldn’t grasp no matter how many times it was explained to me.

“The less you talk out loud, the more you talk in your head.”

“Pain is a part of living?” I replied in a hushed voice. “And pain is a part of dying.” Perish nodded “We all have to experience pain, pain is therapeutic, and pain is good punishment.”

The best jerks are the ones who can fake it.

humans love bloodshed, especially when you give them the moral approval to love it.”