The Blood We Crave Quotes

“To the morally grey and the villains we love within it.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“A part of you died the night we met.” He presses his forehead to mine, letting me breathe him in. “Thank you for loving me with what remained.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“If she wanted my heart, I'd give it to her. She could keep it on a shelf in one of her jars-it was never mine to begin with. Not when it's always been hers.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“If it makes me weak to crave her, then let me be weak.
Being strong means nothing if I can’t have her.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“That’s the thing about love. It doesn’t care if you’re toxic … Love doesn’t care because it takes you over. It consumes you, eats at you, and leaves you barren.
It does what it wants. It takes what it needs, and it doesn’t care what it does when it leaves.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I never believed I had a soul, and now I think I understand why … because it belonged to her.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I’d known letting her into my world would cause irrevocable damage. When you live your life in black and white, it’s impossible to not be tainted by someone who exists in full colour.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I can’t give her love, care for her in the way someone should, but I’m tired of not giving her me. Not when she’s the only person capable of having me.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I’m falling apart, the hinges of my identity are broken, and I have no fucking idea of who I am anymore. I don’t know how to be someone that cares about someone else. I don’t know how to be anything but what my father made me.
“I was touch starved, and now you’ve fed me.” I tightened my grip on her hair, our noses rubbing against one another. “Of course I’m fucking hungry for you.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“All of those grim fairy tales had only prepared her to love me. To accept the love I give her. She is made of nightmares and crimson kisses.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“The me I was always meant to become is who I am with her.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I want a love that’s worth the fight. Consumption, unhealthy entanglement. The kind where you can’t really tell where one person ends and the other begins. I want love that hurts because it’s real.
I’d always known Thatcher would be the only person who’d give that to me.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I’d always been content knowing Lyra was mine, this secret voyeur who belonged to me in the shadows of the night.
I never expected that I’d want to be hers though. That I wanted to belong to her just as much as she belonged to me.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I’d thought I loved him before, knew I could be the only one to do it, but this, this is love.
The kind I’d read about since I was a child. People wish on stars for this kind of love. The one where two people who were always meant to be clash and finally accept that the universe does put people in your life for a reason.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“She’s still my ghost.
She still haunts me.
And every single murderous inch belongs to me.”
― monty jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“My darling phantom.

How does she not realize yet that I would follow her anywhere? That she will never be alone again.

My ghost.

All of those grim fairy tales had only prepared her to love me. To accept the love I give her. She is made of
nightmares and crimson kisses.

If she wanted my heart, I’d give it to her. She could keep it on a shelf in one of her jars—it was never mine to begin with. Not when it’s always been hers.

“Death is trivial. He can’t keep you from me. I’ll follow you to the grave every time and find you in each life
after.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“Hello, darling phantom.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“Never speak about what lies beneath the roses.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“Tiny, bloody hearts. They connect and leak down my chest, drying in messy strokes. She’s covering me in them. Marking my skin with the proof of her obsession. And I let her because I’m tipsy. Blood drunk on a girl intent on loving me until it kills her. Until the grave. That’s what we are, have always been. The kind of connection that began in death and would last far beyond it. Such a very grim, morbid declaration of love. So very Lyra.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“This is the third book we've had a conversation in. Without her knowledge, of course, but something about it makes me closer to her mind without needing to be near her body, just existing between the pages of her favorite books, reading her thoughts as if she's right next to me, explaining word for word what it is she enjoys about each part”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I crave you,” I exhale, the admission slicing my throat on its way out. “My body wants you every second of the day and twice as much at night. I want you in the most unhinged ways, ways that would scare you.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“My lips steal any words we had left. It’s not feverish or rushed; it’s a tender kiss, one that says I want to memorize every groove of your mouth, I want to protect these fragile pieces of you that are too sharp for others to carry, but I have gloves now, and you can’t cut me. Even if they sliced my palms, it would be okay.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“Knowing all these hands have done, what they will continue to do—” He squeezes me as if to remind me. “—you aren’t afraid of them?”

I should be. It would be normal to be afraid.

“I can’t change for you, Lyra. This thing between us won’t change who I am.”

I can feel his heartbeat beneath my hands. I can feel that he is just as much human as he’s a killer. And humans, even this one who was designed for havoc, deserves love.

“No matter the cruelty your hands are capable of, they will always be the one place I feel safe. How could I fear fingers that were made to touch me?”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I’ve unlocked this place in my mind, and these words that have come out because of that feel like they’ve waited for eternities to be spoken out loud. Nothing will be the same after this; no matter how tragically we end, I will never be the same.

There will forever be a piece of me that is open, carved in the shape of her body.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“I’ve unlocked this place in my mind, and these words that have come out because of that feel like they’ve waited for eternities to be spoken out loud.
Nothing will be the same after this; no matter how tragically we end, I will never be the same.

There will forever be a piece of me that is open, carved in the shape of her body.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“FATE UNKNOWN”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“If it makes me weak to crave her, then let me be weak. Being strong means nothing if I can’t have her.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“He is both their nightmare and my daydream.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“Thatcher was perfectly made, but I was made perfect for him.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two

“It’s easy to stand out amongst the world of the living, but Lyra, sweet Scarlett, she is life that spins through graveyards.”
― Monty Jay, The Blood We Crave: Part Two