Brit | The Literary Siren

“You vile blood-drinking bitch. Do you know who I am?” Brynleigh raised a brow and haughtily replied, “You look like dinner to me.”
― Elayna R. Gallea, A Game of Love and Betrayal

“That woman you were watching …?” My fingers tighten around his throat as he desperately nods. “She is mine.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“it seemed everyone was cut from one cloth, and I was cut from an entirely different one. For my entire life, I had never quite fit in with the people surrounding me. It was as if I was watching through a window, understanding their wishes and desires to an extent, watching them settle, have children, build houses… But while they were content to live happily ever after here, I was not.”
― J.D. Linton, The Last Storm