What Death Forgets Quotes

“Give me your fears, your regret. Show me your scars, your darkest parts, the side of you you’re afraid of. You’re my god and I’m your servant. I’ll never stop worshipping you no matter how much you think you’re a villain.”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets

“My body is a shrine to you, and your bed is my church, and now I’m going to worship you.”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets

“Maybe that’s what magic was. What were memories if not premonitions in reverse? Shimmering visions, phantom emotions, ghosts of words already spoken.”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets

“I may have fallen in love with you through your art first, but now that I’ve met you, I’ve fallen in love with you, and if I look at myself the way you do, I think I’m starting to see I deserve love too.”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets

“memories are too ephemeral to be preserved, as fragile as spider webs.” ”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets

“Lev owned his body. It was too late for an exorcism. Asher could scorch Lev’s art from his skin, but would never escape him.”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets

“He needed to leave before something terrible happened, like he popped a hate-boner because there was something broken inside of him that wanted to fuck Lev as much as he wanted to punch him.”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets

“Asher froze on the precipice of a cliff, ready to leap into the depths of Lev’s soul, waiting for Lev to take his hand, to drag him back from the edge or jump with him.”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets

“Lev had long ago stopped questioning whether Silas was a projection of his guilty conscience, something supernatural, or something far worse.”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets

“Asher’s body warred with his head, wanting to catalog every sensation to reminisce over later and scour his hand with soap until he erased any trace of him. Because Leviathan ruined every man he touched. He’d left no shortage of brokenhearted artists over the last twenty years, plying them with compliments and his cock, and after he was through with them, they were too heartbroken to paint.”
― Thea Verdone, What Death Forgets