The Darkest Lie Quotes

“Well I've been calling myself Scarlet Pattinson for several weeks. Have you seen Robert Pattinson? Hottest. Man. Ever. And no, I don't care if that makes me a couger. He sings with the voice of an angel. Gods, I love when a man sings to me. You never did because your voice is terrrible." She shuddered in distaste. "I swear, its like a demon running its claws over brimsone.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“He planned to stick to her like pasties on a stripper.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Fine," Strider said tightly. "You can. But you wont. Because you know that if you take the woman out of this home, I'll go gray from worry. And you like my hair the way it is."
"Stridey-man. Are you hitting on my? Trying to get me to run my fingers through those mangy locks?"
Gideon chuckled. "Sweetie pie."
Striders lips even twitched into a grin. "You know I hate when you get mushy like that."
Boy loved it. No question.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Fresh flowers bloomed from vases, sweetly scenting the air. Again, he had no idea. Fine. He'd requested those. That shit smelled good.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“My demon's a girl? Gideon said, astonished.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“I may remember you, Scarlet,” he bellowed, backing up when she grabbed her fork and held it out like a dagger. She’d murdered men with less. Even immortals. “But you haven’t haunted me.” Motions stiff, he raised his shirt. Amid the cuts, above his heart, was a tattoo of eyes. Dark eyes. Like hers. “Don’t you see? You…haven’t…haunted…me.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Sorry, but I have plans elsewhere,” William said darkly. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning, and I’ll be gone for a few weeks.”

“What plans?”

“Doesn’t matter why I kept you in the dark. I’m going and that’s final.”

“You can’t go without me,” Gilly said.

“I can and I will.”

“You promised to protect me always. How can you protect me if you’re gone?”

“I didn’t lie to you. I will always protect you,” William told her gently. He stood, reached for her, but realized what he was doing and dropped his arms to his sides. “You have to trust me on this.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“The simple fact was, he loved her. Loved her with every breath in his body, every cell in his blood, every bone and organ he possessed. He loved her to the depths of his very soul. Had only taken five minutes after she’d walked away to realize it.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Bueno, he estado llamándome Scarlet Pattinson durante varias semanas. ¿Has visto a Robert Pattinson? El más ardiente. Hombre. En toda la vida. Y no, no me importa si eso me convierte en una asaltacunas. Él canta con la voz de un ángel. Dios, amo cuando un hombre me canta.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“He wanted to be all-powerful in Scarlet’s eyes. He wanted to be well able to provide for her. Hell, he might just buy her a palace of her own. Actually, no. He’d build the bitch with his bare hands. “Amazing.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Don’t mess this up. “So, uh, I would hate if you reached into my pocket.” There was a suspended beat of silence. Then a dry, “I don’t think so.” “I don’t have a present for you.” Interest lit her dark eyes, but she remained still. Even suspicious. “The present wouldn’t happen to be a hard cock, would it? Because if it is, I would have to return it. Minus a few inches.” His”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“By the way. You look like you’re a cat, and you just found a bowl of cream,” Strider said with a shake of his head. “That’s not comforting. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, do you?” Maybe not. Because he hadn’t looked forward to something this intensely in a long time, and he probably should’ve been wary. Having his idiocy pointed out, though… “I’m not showing you a finger in my mind. Do you know that?” “Yeah, I know. It’s your index finger and you’re telling me I’m number one.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“(Paris, keeper of Promiscuity, enjoyed romance novels), and weird silver lamps that twisted and curved over the chairs; he had no idea who those were for. Fresh flowers bloomed from vases, sweetly scenting the air. Again, he had no idea. Fine. He’d requested those. That shit smelled good. Gideon”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Scarlet jumped on top of her, straddling her and sending her skull cracking into the ground. Her aunt clawed blindly, and actually managed to rake a hand down Scarlet’s stitches, ripping every single one open. “My former mistress is such a…girl,” Cronus said, disappointed. “Where are the pounding fists?” “Well, my man ain’t got no skills,” Gideon replied proudly. He wanted to stand up and point to himself and shout that Scarlet was his. That she belonged to him. “Don’t you just wait and see.” A moment passed in silence, then Cronus shook his head and said, “How do the others stand you?” Gideon”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Without a sound, Scarlet kicked out her legs and sent the whore to her ass. A second later, Scarlet had again closed the distance between them. She fisted the goddess’s robe, momentum giving her strength as she flung the goddess around and around before releasing her and sending her soaring. Like Scarlet had done, NeeMah slammed into nothing. She wasn’t as quick to get up, though, and Scarlet used that to her advantage, rushing forward and elbow-diving for all she was worth. Smack. Bone cracked. Gideon couldn’t help himself. He whooped, slinging popcorn in every direction. Cronus leveled him with a glare. What? he silently mouthed, then turned back to the massacre. Blood”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“She was treading on thin ice—with cleats.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“She rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling close. “Good. Because it’s time Team Gidlet kicked some ass.” Team Gidlet? Despite the direness of the situation, he found himself once again fighting a grin. “I’ll love you for a single day, devil,” he said, as close to a declaration of eternal devotion as he could get. “I’ll love you for a single day, too. And then all the ones that follow.” For them, to part really was to die. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. *”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Scowling, Scarlet grabbed her aunt by the neck and twisted with one brutal slash. The woman’s spine was instantly broken, her body flopping lifeless to the ground. But she could recover from that, and Scarlet had to know. Gideon opened his mouth to tell her she would have to find a way to remove the head from the body, but she beat him to it. She found a way. With her bare hands. That’s my girl. “That won’t kill her for good, will it?” he asked Cronus, just wanting assurance. Worked for immortals, but he’d never delivered the deathblow to a straight-up god or goddess. “Time will tell,” Cronus replied cryptically. Gideon would just go ahead and take that as “bitch was wasted forever.” Panting”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Got any water?” she asked in that whining, complaining voice. Gra-ted. “Yeah.” He grabbed one of the bottles of water he’d brought, twisted off the cap and drained most of the contents while she watched. A whimper escaped her, and he squeezed the bottle a little too hard, crackling the plastic. “Well? Are you going to share or not?” With a forced shrug, he tossed her what was left. “That has my cooties,” he informed her. “Good news is, I’m up-to-date on all my shots.” She drained the contents in seconds, then peered over at him, clearly irritated with what little he’d given her. “Be grateful I gave you any at all,” he said with feeling. “Evil bastard.” “Murderous bitch.”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Great. She was falling back into stubborn mode. But he didn’t mind. She could say anything she wanted, do anything to him. He planned to stick to her like pasties on a stripper. “And”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Fine,” Strider said tightly. “You can. But you won’t. Because you know that if you take the woman out of this home, I’ll go gray from worry. And you like my hair the way it is.” “Stridey-man. Are you hitting on me? Trying to get me to run my fingers through those mangy locks?” “Shithead,” Strider muttered, but his anger was clearly defused. Gideon chuckled. “Sweetie pie.” Strider’s lips even twitched into a grin. “You know I hate when you get mushy like that.” Boy loved it. No question. They”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie

“Everyone who lived in this fortress—and godsdamn, there were a lot of people, the number seemingly growing by the day as his friends each hooked up with their “one and only” (gag)—was fluent in Gideon Speak and knew to believe the opposite of whatever he said. “Fine,”
― Gena Showalter, The Darkest Lie