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Pestilence (The Four Horsemen, #1) Pestilence by Laura Thalassa
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“Getting angry at one of the horsemen of the apocalypse for bringing about the end of man is like getting angry at ice for being cold.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“A woman should not be oddly pleasing. She should be a ball-busting, skull-crushing, badass motherfucker who is impossible to forget.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“Were you born with all your organs intact?” he responds.
I can’t see his face, so I have no way of knowing where he’s going with this question.
“Yes …” I say cautiously.
“Good,” he responds, “then I expect you to use the one beneath your skull.”
Damn. That insult burned a little.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“Love has a funny way of rearranging priorities.”
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“Last night I could not decide which you were—a tonic or a toxin,” he says. “Today I’ve discovered you’re both.”
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“Kindness is chopping firewood for the elderly couple who has neither the money nor the means to acquire it. Kindness is a warm hug or a soft smile. Kindness is not this fuckery right here.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“I came to conquer this land and its people, but instead, one of its people conquered me.”
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“Love is the greatest gift we can give or receive.”
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“Pride is a lonely soldier, seeing out his watch when there’s no one else there to care.”
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“Ah, America,” Pestilence says with distaste, dragging me back to the present. “Here they are made particularly mean.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“The kiss has only barely begun when it goes from sweet to wild and desperate. He’s my oxygen and I haven’t been able to breathe for months.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“Human, you’ve piqued my interest—a rare accomplishment. Don’t squander it.” “Squander it?” This guy. “You mean by refusing to talk to you?” That’s real cute. “I’ll tell you a rare accomplishment—pissing me off.” He guffaws. “You mean this hellcat nature of yours is atypical?” Bringing out all my stabby tendencies.”
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“This is not lust I feel, dear Sara. And I hope you are half as frightened of it as I am.”
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“I was really close to death, wasn’t I?” I ask, referring to when Pestilence dragged my already injured body down the highway. “Must you talk?” So pleasant, this one. “Must you spread plague?”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“Grabbing the doorknob, he twists, breaking the lock and shoving the door open. I’m just stepping off Trixie Skillz when I notice the hazy glow of an oil-lamp coming from inside, the flame turned way down low. Reclining on the couch next to it is an old woman, her white hair cropped close to her head, her spectacles perched low on her nose. She peers over them at us, the book in her hands entirely forgotten. We crashed the house of someone’s grandma. Just when I thought we were fresh out of horrors, another one comes. “We have nothing of any value, I assure you,” she says, her voice surprisingly steady for someone who thinks their home is being invaded. “I am not here for your things,” Pestilence says. “I am here for your hospitality.” The woman squints curiously at the horseman. Setting her book aside, she rises to her feet. Age has made her soft and plump, but there’s a certain quiet strength to her. “Ruth,” a thin, raspy voice calls from another room in the house, “who’s at the door?” Did he miss the part where we broke into their home? Ruth’s gaze stays on Pestilence for a long time, moving from his bow and quiver to his crown, before settling on his face. “I believe it’s one of the Four Horsemen, dear.” Her eyes flick to me. “And he’s brought with him a lady friend.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“When you find someone worth spending that time with, you don’t want to share those minutes with anyone else.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“It’s just … religion up until now has been a matter of faith. It hardly seems like religion for me to believe now that there’s proof.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“What other well-kept secrets of the universe do you know?” “Hmmm,” I pretend to ponder this. “Wednesday is the most underrated day of the week. Hot baths can take away just about any ailment. Phlegm is the most horrible word in existence—not moist, like my mother insists. The world is worth saving, and I want to call you by something other than Pestilence because, despite what you say, names do matter.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“A horseman of the apocalypse is watching me pee.
Of all the sentences in the English language I could’ve come up with, that is not one I ever imagined thinking.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“cannot decide if you are a toxin or a tonic,” he says, lifting a hand to my cheek. “Only that you plague my thoughts and fill my veins.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“What’s God like?” I ask. “That is not a subject I can discuss with mortals.” Of course it isn’t. “Well, then can you at least tell me what it’s like?” I ask. “What what’s like?” Pestilence’s grip has moved so that he’s now cupping my arm, his thumb rubbing circles into my flesh. “I don’t know—death. The Great Beyond.” I hold out my hand to catch a flake of snow “It would be easier to explain sight to the blind,” Pestilence says. “It can’t be understood by description alone; it must be experienced.” What is the use of having a horseman around if he won’t answer any of the fun questions?”
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“I am Pestilence the Conqueror, the first of the Four Horsemen come to claim your world. I am eternal, and my task, unwavering. I do not require anything to sustain me.”
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“It doesn’t change the fact that seeing you butt-ass naked is not on my shortlist of things to do during the apocalypse.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“It was not until I met you, hated though you were, that I understood the meaning of God’s words. Of mercy.” He says this as though it’s of paramount importance. “And now I understand why there is hope yet for your kind. Because along with the bad, there is this.”

...“And I cannot figure out what this is,” he continues, “only that I feel it when I see you and when I think of you. When we ride together and I hold you, I feel as though all is right. And when you laugh, I think I might truly die. This is an agonizing sort of pleasure, and it’s ever so perplexing. I don’t understand how pain and affection can coexist alongside one another.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“After I put Pestilence’s crown on my head (motherfucking queen right here), I hook my arms under his shoulders. I brace myself, taking a few fortifying”
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“We all have to die sometime, right?” I say. “Sara …” This comes from Briggs, who I’m halfway positive likes me more than a colleague and friend ought to. “I’ll go instead,” he says. Like his bravery counts for anything. You can’t date a girl if you’re dead”
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“He’s like the most aggressive form of my already most hated male combo: the hot asshole.”
Laura Thalassa, Pestilence
“This is misery, Sara,” he repeats. “But it is the sweetest misery I have ever felt. I don’t want it to stop.”
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“He looks heavenward, like he’s trying to find both God and his patience in the rafters.”
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“Now that the two of us have established some sort of routine, one where I shout and shout his name and he only sometimes comes,”
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