A Strange Hymn Quotes

“That pretty-boy king went down like a boner in church.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“I would steal the stars from the sky for you”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.” —Kahlil Gibran”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“He can’t be bad, he can’t. We might both be fucked up, and sure, Des has killed a few people, but he can’t be evil—more like … Wicked Lite.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“I am the darkness, his eyes seem to say, and you are my lovely nightmare. And no one will take this away from us.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“Seven years apart," he continues, "and the woman you became was a world away from the girl I met". He tilts my head so that he can look me in the eye. "That only made me want you more. You were both old and new, familiar and exotic, within reach and forbidden. And I wanted you so badly for so long I was sure it would kill me.
"And when I look at you - especially now - I see one simple truth."
He stops speaking.
I sit up a little. "What was the truth?"
In the darkness, I can see him staring back down at me. "You are magic, love.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“We are lovers and old friends and strangers all at once.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“My eyes slit. “Des,” I warn. He removes my hand from his chest. “Is that supposed to be a threatening tone?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. He clucks his tongue and brings my hand up to his mouth. “Because if it is,” he continues, “then you’ve got to work on your intimidation game,” he continues. “I mean, you gave it a decent try, but I’m more turned on than anything else.” Des”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“He tastes like fairy wine and dirty thoughts.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“That’s what happens when you discover you have a soulmate. The fear of a lifetime of loneliness evaporates.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“Rather than making lemonade out of lemons, I’m pretty much cutting open those lemons and squeezing them into my eyes.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“Mighty Nyx came,

Mighty Nyx sought,

All that he could,

Of his dark lot.

In the deep night,

His kingdom rose,

Beware, great king,

Of that which grows.

Easy to conquer,

Easy to crown,

But even the strongest,

Can be cut down.

Raised in the shadows,

Reared in the night,

Your child will come,

And ascend by might.

And you, the slain,

Shall wait and see,

What other things,

A soul can be.

A body to curse,

A body to blame,

A body the earth,

Will not yet claim.

Beware the mortal,

Beneath your sky,

Crush the human,

Who’ll see you die.

Twice you’ll rise,

Twice you’ll fall,

Lest you can,

Change it all.

Or perish by day,

Perish by dawn,

The world believes,

You’re already gone.

So darken your heart,

My shadow king,

And let us see,

What war will bring.

—The Prophecy of Galleghar Nyx”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“It feels like I’ve just conceded a little bit of my soul. But Des has been collecting pieces of my soul since the night I took my father’s life. As far as I’m concerned, he can have it; I know he’ll take good care of it. Des’s”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“Oh God, I’m fucked. So, so fucked. This isn’t flying, this is the art of dying, and the one person who got me into this mess is gone.

I guess I now have my answer to that stupid “rhetorical” question: if a friend asked you to jump, would you?

Apparently, twat-waffle that I am, I would.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“Fun my ass. The only thing remotely pleasant about this experience is that Des is wearing an Iron Maiden shirt, his tattoos are on full display, and his leather pants are hugging the shit out of his backside. I mean, I can be mad at him and still enjoy the view. Over”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“You were everything I never knew I wanted. You were chaos. You were desperation. You were the most mysterious secret I’d ever come across. Everything about you drew me in—your innocence, your vulnerability, hell, even your tragic life. You were the most captivating creature I’d ever come across.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“I pull away from her. “I can’t believe you blew up a portal to the Otherworld.” “Bitch, that’s just called making an entrance.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“I would steal the stars from the sky for you,” he whispers into my ear. “Anything to hear you laugh like that.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“We get to the end of the block of shops. Here the street opens into a grand plaza. Right in the center of it is a sculpture of a winged couple holding each other in a tight embrace. Only this sculpture floats several feet in the air.

I pause in front of it.

“Who are they?” I ask, staring at the couple. The woman seems to be made of the same dark stone my beads are, her skin drawing in the light. The man she embraces is made of some shimmering sandstone, his skin seeming to glow from within.

“The Lovers,” Des replies. “Two of our ancient gods.” He points to the man. “He’s Fierion, God of Light, and she’s Nyxos, Goddess of Darkness.”

Nyxos … why does that name sound familiar?

“In the myths,” Des continues, “Fierion was married to Gaya, Goddess of Nature, but his true love was Nyxos, the woman he was forbidden from ever being with. Their love for each other is what causes day to chase night and night to chase day.

“Here in the Land of Dreams they’re finally allowed to be with each other.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“You don't need to control her, cherub. You are the Night King's mate. We represent all deeds better done in the dark.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“I was lonely—painfully, achingly lonely, the kind of loneliness that comes from feeling like your life is passing you by and there’s no one there to witness it.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“There is nothing that defangs a woman quite like being called beautiful,”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“Solstice expectations: everyone shall set aside their quarrels for this week, hold hands, and sing kumbaya. Solstice reality: everyone shall come within an inch of death at least once.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“In all directions, wings are unfurling, each more beautiful than the last. They shimmer in all sorts of colors, and it would be breathtaking if it didn’t mean that hundreds of fairies were losing their shit. The”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“You were everything I never knew I wanted. You were chaos. You were desperation. You were the most mysterious secret I’d ever come across.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“Des’s voice drops low, so that only I can hear it. “Have I told you how easy it was to kill Karnon? His bones broke like twigs, his body burst like overripe fruit.” Des smiles, the action cruel. “Ending him was the easiest thing to do in the world.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“She grabs the Bargainer’s lapels. “Where are they?” Mara growls. She shakes him like a madwoman, the floral scent of her power filling the air “Desmond Flynn, where are they?” “What are you talking about?” he says, his voice low. “You know damn well what I’m talking about. I swear to the Undying Gods I will do everything in my power to break our vow of peace if you don’t tell me where my harem is.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“I don’t like being teased, manipulated. I like doing the teasing and the manipulating.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“I’ll say this for the Bargainer,” Temper says, “he throws a mean right hook. That pretty-boy king went down like a boner in church.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn

“Instead, I reach out and run my hand over his wings. He closes his eyes, like he’s savoring the sensation. Getting up, I circle behind him, studying the silvery skin of them as my hand passes over each talon and joint. Beneath my touch, I feel him shiver. His wings stretch in response, the fine veins of them clearly visible even here in the dim lighting. “I always assumed that fairies had butterfly wings,” I admit. “You’re not wrong,” Des says, his back still to me. “Mine are particularly rare.”
― Laura Thalassa, A Strange Hymn