The Fall of Troy (The Odyssey Duet, #1)

by Rebecca Sharp

In the things you loathe become the things you love.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but Léo Baudin and his words would break me.

That was the thing about books—the words never changed. They were always there when you needed them. They could always find a way to say the things or describe the things you never could. Somehow, they took bits and pieces of you and rewrote them in a way you could make sense of.

This wasn’t Twilight. The lion wouldn’t fall in love with the lamb. The lion would destroy the lamb and the lamb would come willingly.

Sometimes the greatest things are too big for words—both the greatest masterpieces and the greatest mistakes.

I don’t want sunny days. I want the thunderstorm that makes your soul shake. I want the lightning that rips through even the darkest moments and steals your breath as it brings them to life and light. And I want the rain—the rain that drenches you and washes away your hurt, the rain that fuels you and makes you grow. I don’t want sunshine and rainbows romance. I want earth-quaking and sky-splitting love.”

The world could end right now, and I wouldn’t care. As long as I could stay here and live off of caffeine and his kisses, that would be enough… that would be everything.

I felt those few inches of separation grow like it was a hundred miles. No. Like he was a galaxy far, far away and I would need the Millennium Falcon to reach him. And maybe a Chewbacca to hold him down when I told him the truth.

Aux objets répugnants nous trouvons des appas.