I Am Made of Death Quotes

“She’d never been held like this before—like she was brittle primrose, and not deadly nightshade.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“She sat out on her balcony and watched the sun go down. The sky was so flush with color it looked ripe as a berry. Slowly, the color drained to a velvet dark. The humidity broke, and the air held a crispness that signified the approach of fall. Already, the first of the maple leaves had fallen to the driveway, curling in on themselves like dark, dying buds.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“He left her there alone in the dusky hush of the empty cathedral, a dying sparrow in her lap, the lifeless eyes of the saints staring down upon her without remorse.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“Gone was the effervescence that fizzed through her veins. Gone was the quiet euphoria burning bright as a flame. She was firmly rooted to the ground, her throat pinched shut, her chest a gaping hollow.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“A dozen unasked questions dropped to the floor between them.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“Insatiable as a weed, it continued to consume her. Year after year. Little by little. It bound itself to her bones, the way green bittersweet could swallow an entire tree.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“No matter how hard she played at being a girl, at the end of the day she was nothing more than a doll on a music box, forced to turn and turn by the hand that wound her spring. All”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“Please don’t ask me to leave,” he said, before she could say otherwise. “Because I’ll go if you tell me to, but I won’t feel good about it.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“When it gave her comfort, she’d taken it. When it offered to help, she’d accepted. She hadn’t known there’d be a cost. How could she have? She’d been a child, lost and afraid, the night closing in. She would have trusted a wolf had it promised her deliverance.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“He’d shattered the skies for her.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“Asleep, she reminded Thomas of a page from one of his siter's old storybooks - Snow White in the forest, slumbering under glass, the soft curl of her lashes dark against her cheeks.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“The words fluttered between them like a trapped moth.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“Vivienne hadn't spent much time in other people's houses. When she was young, it was a precautionary measure. Away from the watchful eyes of Philip and Mikhail, it would be too easy for her to slip up and speak. Later, once she'd grown old enough to guard her tongue like a fortress, it was a habit. She stayed at home, locked away in her room and viewing the world through the narrow window of her cell phone - building a veritable kingdom in the palm of her hand, where she could be as loud or as quiet as she wanted without ever speaking, could shape herself into whatever or whomever she wanted.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“Again, she had that dizzying sense of being seen. Of being loved.

A thousand emotions bubbled to the surface, each of them as indecipherable as the next. She'd spent so long with her own two hands wrapped around her neck, suffocating herself. Silencing herself. It was overwhelming, to suddenly feel so much all at once. She wanted very badly then to say something to him. Something meaningful. Something earnest. But she didn't know where to begin.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“She shut her eyes and pictured its face. After all these years, it hadn't been what she'd expected. She'd envisioned something slippery and strange. A parasite, with wide alien eyes and a predator's smile.

Instead, she'd been faced with an angry little girl with honey-colored eyes.

She wondered, not for the first time, if maybe she hadn't done it to herself - if she hadn't calcified the bits of her that were tender to the touch. Turned her fury to poison, growing angrier and angrier, until it spilt clean out of her.

No creature ever started out with venom in their bite. They evolved.

They survived, and so had she.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“Whether or not you like me. We can't be together.

He stared at her for a beat. For two. The look in his eyes nearly fractured her resolve. Softly, he said, "You think I don't know that? You think that every time I look at you, I don't know that you'll never be mine?"

Mine. The word pinged in the quiet.

Because I'm a monster, she guessed, blinking back tears. Because I'm made of death.

"No", he countered. "Because you're disciplined and clever and connected and you have the entire world at your feet and I'm going to spend the rest of my life working odd jobs to make ends meet. Look at me. Look around. I can't give you anything you don't already have.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“She was freshly showered, her hair in braids and her face scrubbed clean. Even so, he could tell she'd been weeping.

"Vivienne?"

She was up immediately. He hardly had time to drop his bag to the floor before she slammed into him hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs. His arms went around her, folding her into an embrace. Her fingers tightened in his shirt and he felt her take a great, shuddering breath.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death

“No matter how hard she played at being a girl, at the end of the day she was nothing more than a doll on a music box, forced to turn and turn by the hand that wound her spring.”
― Kelly Andrew, I Am Made of Death