Kneel, Little Crow Quotes

“Not the details, but enough. Marko Vukovic. The kind of filth, a woman like Maggie should never know about. Yet, he still decided to show it to her. Why is he so determined to make her world dark, when she is so pure, so innocent…”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“You are unbelievable.” “I have been called worse.” “I’m about to get creative.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“He pulled me out.” I remember her coughing water onto the grass. I remember Ronaldo’s hands shaking when he thanked me. I remember how quickly he carried her away before anyone could ask too many questions. I remember the way Maggie clung to my sleeve for one second before her father took her from me, small fingers tight in the fabric like she didn’t want the shadow to disappear yet. She looks at me then.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“Do all of you take classes on being unbearable, or does it come naturally?” “For some of us, naturally.” “Good for you.” “I try.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“I prefer Magdalene.” “And I prefer men who don’t look like haunted butlers, but we’re both making sacrifices.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“My voice comes out thinner than I want. “Will he do that during the year?” Zayn glances at me an this time, he smiles.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“You gave me a funeral,” I say. “You took my goodbye.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“I hate that beauty still survives on a face like his. Monsters should have the decency to look like monsters. But he doesn’t. He looks like sin given bones, like violence carved into something beautiful enough to be mistaken for worship.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“The hand I’m holding is cold as ice. There is no sound in the room apart from me. No breathing.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“Oh, Constance,” I say, my voice calm, almost gentle. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you? Still stuck in your ways. Still selfish. Still delusional. Still doing whatever the fuck you want because you believe serving God makes it holy.” Her lips part, but no words come out. “As you know well,” I continue, stepping over the threshold, “I am not your God.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow

“him standing on our doorstep like something summoned by mistake. And yet, he is stunning, in a brutal, honest way. I can’t take my eyes off him. “Happy Birthday, Maggie,” he suddenly says, his eyes locked on mine. His voice sounds like what I imagine ecstasy would be, as he slowly whispers each syllable of my name.”
― Luna Ars, Kneel, Little Crow