Devourer of Men Quotes

“He’s serious now, his voice deep and raspy. “You get six words. More. Harder. Stop. Slower. God. Fuck.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“His green eyes meet mine and flare yellow. “It’s your turn to shut the fuck up.” He’s serious now, his voice deep and raspy. “You get six words. More. Harder. Stop. Slower. God. Fuck. Now stop being so difficult and let me take care of you. All right?”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“I’ve sailed the seas of the Seven Isles. I’ve visited five of the seven islands. Fought other pirates and killed many more. And yet some days I am aware that I am driven mostly by fear. Fear of who I am. Fear of who I’m not. Fear of what happens when I face myself in the mirror. To be bold is to be truthful and I am built of lies.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“If I had known killing men for you would get you so horny, I would have slaughtered a village a long time ago.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“He rolls his eyes at me. Bloody hell he has the fucking best eye roll. So sexy and rolly.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“Blow jobs are a power dichotomy,” he says and sits up straighter, dusting the shell from his hands. “Most people think that being on your knees and getting railed in the face is a position of submission. But a man is never more vulnerable than he is when his cock is in someone’s mouth. Especially a mouth with sharp teeth.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“He is like a summer storm blowing in out of nowhere, unpredictable in nature, at times violent and so darkly beautiful, it makes your eyes burn.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“If you know how to properly knee a man in the balls, you will never be without a weapon.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“Whatever the power,” Roc says coming up behind me. “Can it be removed without hurting the Captain?”
Mareth frowns, but there is nothing in her demeanor that says she’s sympathetic. “I’m afraid not.”
“Then you’re not getting it back.” Roc pushes forward”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“What…what the bloody hell!” He lifts his arms and then lets them drop dramatically to his sides. “You are impossible.”
“I think you mean impeccable.”
“No I don’t!”
“Perhaps impenetrable? No that’s not right either. I am definitely penetrable.” I give him a grin. He crosses his arms over his chest, his hook sticking out, and he inhales long and deep.
He makes it far too easy.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“You get six words. More. Harder. Stop. Slower. God. Fuck. Now stop being so difficult and let me take care of you. All right?”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“He could devour me whole if he wanted to, and I think I’d let him.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“He looks over at me. “Before we go in, there are a few rules about this place that you absolutely must follow.” I frown at him. “Since when do you abide by rules?” “One: behave.” “The bloody hell do you⁠—” “Two: don’t drink the wine. No matter what.” “Why not?” “And three: don’t ever say thank you.” “Oh please. Being polite is good form.” “Captain.” He tilts his head and chastises me with a look like I’m a meal that has bleated too loudly.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“Captain,” I say and toss a peanut shell. “I missed you too.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“Me,” I answer and toss a peanut into my mouth, talking around the food. “Did you expect someone else? Don’t make me jealous, Captain.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“You missed me, Captain,” I say and toss a peanut shell. “I missed you too.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“As I sailed here, I plotted all of the ways I’d make Captain Hook scream. But now that I’m standing in front of him, a scream doesn’t seem quite as satisfying as a moan.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“You know,” Roc says as he comes forward with slow, lazy steps, “I made myself a promise when you barged into our room at the inn, when you hit my Captain.”
“Oh yeah?” Theo takes a step back as if the way to keep himself safe is to keep a distance between himself and Roc.
“I promised myself that at the first opportunity, I’d fucking kill you.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“You are a fucking menace, do you know that?” “Of course I do. I’m very good at it.” “You think you’re good at everything.” “Nonsense. I’m very bad at knitting.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“I’ve missed you all of the days that have stretched between then and now. If I’d known you were here, pregnant with my baby, I would have come, Wendy Darling. I would have saved you or died trying.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“The fact that you never concern yourself with consequences⁠—”` “Is impressive?” I cut in. “No.” His scowl deepens. “Worrisome.” “Ahh. That was going to be my seventh guess.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“To be bold is to be truthful and I am built of lies.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“That’s another lie,” he admits. “I am capable of love. But everything I have ever loved has left me.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men

“He is like a delicate Pleasureland dessert. Meant to be desired. Meant to make a man a glutton. More and more and more. Just like fairy wine, very rarely can you stop with just one.”
― Nikki St. Crowe, Devourer of Men