Holy Wrath Quotes

“Maybe it’s the light, or perhaps just the stress of it all, but for a long, painful moment, Renault looks at me as if I can hardly accomplish a task easy enough for a child, let alone an undertaking of this magnitude, and there is something far too sincere about it.”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“If you only do the right thing to avoid punishment, is that truly goodness? And can a god so eager to punish you truly love you?”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“Wrongness careens through my body like a tide, and rebellion hums in my marrow, teeth bared. I have been good, and I have been kind, and I have been faithful, and still, it has landed me here—at a man’s mercy, my own agency, my own flesh more under his command than mine.”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“Make no mistake,” she tells me, the words dripping from her mouth like poisoned honey. “I do my fair share of worship at the altar between a woman’s legs. My psalms are her cries of pleasure, my holiness found at her breast.”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“Sometimes we must comply to survive,” Magdalena murmurs, close to my ear, her words fierce, filled with equal parts sorrow and conviction.”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“Perhaps this is why I cannot accept that I might be beautiful. Because I do not think I can bear another curse.”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“The truth is just that I want so much more. Haven’t I always constantly yearned for things I cannot have? Am I not used to the ache?”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“Your pleasure is the most divine thing I have ever known. I would gladly bring an apocalypse upon the men who taught you otherwise.”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“If you only do the right thing to avoid punishment, is that truly goodness? And can a god so eager to punish you truly love?”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“I would dedicate my bones in her honor, leave my body to strengthen her walls, fall upon her sword to keep her safe.”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“I clamp my jaw shut, lest I beg her to show me the depths of her sin, to permit me to show her mine, to plumb the fathoms of each other’s wounds and see if there is some kind of strangled salvation down there amid the blood and the viscera.”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath

“Little dove, I am Death.”
― Victoria Mier, Holy Wrath