Darkness Brutal Quotes

“The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It’s a small one, only about four feet tall: a low-level creeper. I flick my gaze over the spot like I don’t see it and open the cooler door to get a Coke.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“Because we are not wrestling against basar vadahm (flesh and blood), but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of the choshech (darkness) of the Olam Hazeh (physical world), against the kokhot ruchaniyim ra’im (evil spiritual forces) in Shomayim (The Heavens).” ~ Ephesus 6:12”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“She tastes like the air around me, hunger and urgency, and— Green apple Jolly Ranchers?”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It’s”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“is”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“me an annoyed frown.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“At last! She wishes to speak, folks! It’ll all be cleared up now!” A homeless man cheers”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“Keep it hidden, keep it safe.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“eyes slowly, carefully, afraid of the”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“Foul language will earn you a recitation that will grow your vocabulary.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“Darkness brutal, darkness fair at”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“Why can’t I just know how to play Xbox or baseball? It’s like I fell from the fucking sky.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“The bushes are thick and smell like unripe bananas. Stiff branches and monster-sized leaves block the path, but I walk forward anyway, praying I don’t end up falling off a cliff because I can’t see where I’m going. I fully comprehend right now why those explorers on TV walk through the jungle dramatically whacking at leaves with three-foot-long machetes. I never thought I’d need one in LA.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“My teeth clench listening to him talk about her like that, like she’s a means to an end. I consider socking him in the balls and then remember he doesn’t have any.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“A toilet flushes, and everyone turns to see Jax emerge from the downstairs bathroom holding a Victoria’s Secret catalogue and chewing on a Red Vine. “Yo, what up,” he says, oblivious. As he looks from one face to the next he stops chewing. He swallows hard. “Everything okay?” “No,” I say.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“Her exact words were: Your brother is growing in his gift of the in-between, but he doesn’t know which way to walk the line. The Light he found will lead him; its wings sit beneath the heart. But he must touch the violets and lilies to find surrender, to find his hidden blood.” Damn riddles.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“I can’t stand the awkward anymore, so I motion to the door and say, “I’ll just—” “No. Please.” She looks up at me. “I can’t be alone.” Seriously? This girl needs a lecture about being too familiar with strangers. Maybe I should sing her that “Stranger Danger” song you’re supposed to learn in kindergarten. “I don’t bite, I swear,” she adds. “How’re you so sure that I don’t?” She lays back on the bed again and stares at the ceiling. “I don’t care.” Something is very wrong here. I try to feel for spirits or old emotions again, something to point at why she looks so lost, why she doesn’t care about herself, but there’s just that distant hum in the air. “I can’t stay,” I say. I need to check on Ava this morning before she goes to the academy. Rebecca doesn’t move. “You don’t know anything about me,” I add. “You should be more careful, Rebecca.” She startles at the sound of her name and sits up. “How . . . ?” “Your license. The same way I knew where you lived. Like I said, you need to be more careful.” She seems to settle. “My name’s not Rebecca. Well, it is, but everyone calls me Emery.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“Some people crane their necks to watch the limos that pull up every few minutes; some just stand and talk on their cell phones like it’s totally normal to see Kesha or Timbaland a few feet away. You’ve got to love LA.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“He glances at my tattooed hand again—probably looking for a gang symbol, which he won’t find. Then he studies my face, like he’s trying to memorize it for the cops, just in case: about seventeen years old, olive-skinned male, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, five foot eight, looks like a homeless junkie. He’d be right about everything but the junkie part. I am homeless these days. Everything I own is in the backpack I’m wearing.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“Blood from bone, skin from earth it walks, feet to stone.   Darkness brutal, darkness fair it waits, eyes to soul.   Words intoned, fire in hand it drinks, marrow from bone.   At its feet, I lay sprawled crooked, broken doll it licks, I stare. Red teeth-marks, pattern porcelain skin laid bare.   Darkness brutal, darkness fair at last payment for my sin.   ~ scrawled on a napkin stuffed into Mom’s grimoire ~”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal

“Mom made me say it over and over, Keep it hidden, keep it safe. If anyone truly knew everything, it would freak them out in a large way. It freaks the shit out of me too, so I get it. I have no clue how I know this stuff, I just do. Like how I know the orders of angels and demons, or can tell on sight if an apparition is a ghost or a time slip, or if someone’s a virgin, or if they’ve ever killed anyone.

Why can’t I just know how to play Xbox or baseball?

It’s like I fell from the fucking sky.”
― Rachel A. Marks, Darkness Brutal