A God of Wrath & Lies (Pine Hollow, #1)

by K.M. Moronova

Trauma is a haunting, twisted bitch. It twists and churns the things you think you know. Confuses what is real and what isn’t. Some traumas wear on your soul tirelessly, while others… well, those traumas we simply erase.

“I don’t lie. You’re absolutely devastating. Marley, have you ever seen me as enthralled with a female?”

Second death is permanent. There’s no coming back, at least not anymore. The God of Dawn, or you probably know her as Life, departed a long time ago.”

Maybe it’s how rough he lets me bite into his flesh while laughing and enjoying the pain. Masochistic asshole. I fucking love it.

“No one could convince me that this moment isn’t real. Even if I’m not, then so be it. The rain greets me nonetheless. The sun warms me anyway. This moment means something to me… that is real enough.”

“Elo… die…” Kastian rasps, coughing violently as he tries to say more. “I remember y-you… I-I’m so s-sorry for not t-telling you s-sooner.”

“You are real. This moment—this moment means everything to me. Real or not.”