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Lovely Wicked Things (Hollow's Row, #3) Lovely Wicked Things by Trisha Wolfe
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“When one finds their soul mate, they will cleave to them, will abandon all else to be with their other half. Where, in the throes of passion, their need to satiate an endless desire, they will starve and wither in each other’s embrace.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“The darkest love kindles the brightest hope.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“But I will paint the whole fucking world red for you. I’ve tasted enough of your grief and regret to haunt me a hundred lifetimes.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“It’s not that I don’t want to breathe without her—it’s that I can’t.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“Even in the darkest chasm, the deepest crags of hell, I will find you. I won’t leave you in the dark.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“I’d approach you like I should have that first time, and the goddamn planets would align. If they didn’t, then I was prepared to leave this world in a blaze of glory and escape to the next, where maybe—just fucking maybe—I wouldn’t fuck it up that time.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“I will paint the whole fucking world red for you.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“Flecks of blood spatter her face like the curry I can taste imbuing the air between us.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“When I first came here, I swore this town felt evil. But there are only evil acts. Imperfect people using knowledge imperfectly. Intent to protect the person you care for is harmless, until it’s not.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“I’m afraid when it comes to the great Professor Locke, we are all pawns,” he says. “Even you, Dr. St. James.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things
“Because we harbor even a kernel of the infinite within us, we are painfully aware of our limitation, of the absence of divinity. We are temporary. This is our great existential wound. By slicing my flesh, I have merely scraped mine open to expose where she has always belonged.”
Trisha Wolfe, Lovely Wicked Things