Filthy Dark Quotes

“We had a working theory as a family that every tear Ma shed, Da would go out and kill some of our enemies to that exact number.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“How old is it?” “Six hundred years old.” The reply had me gasping as I rocked back on my heels. The jade was a pure white, so white that each bead was like frozen milk. There were faint lines in it, but they were faded with age. “Stolen?” He smirked. “What do you think?” That had me swallowing as I whispered, “Don’t think it was meant to decorate your dick.” “No? Shame. I think it looks pretty.” His grin was wicked. “Don’t you?” When he tipped his head to the side, I knew his words were going to be filthy, and I waited on them, waited and wasn’t disappointed. “I’m going to come all over these beads one day, and then I’m going to wrap them around your throat and we’re going to attend the theater. These things are meant to be worn, but they’ve been waiting for you. Only you would ever suit them.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“What’s with the jade?” The apartment was Japanese in style. Not Chinese. “The apartment’s Japanese, I know, but I have a thing for most Asian things.” “Why?” He shrugged. “Don’t know. I just love the complicated simplicity of it all. The paradox pleases me.” Well, those were wet dream-inspiring words.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“How was my rough lover so deeply into the arts that he had a box at the goddamn opera?”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in all my life. Which is your favorite?” “That’s like asking me which is my favorite ball.” I blinked then, utterly outraged, twisted to glower at him. “You did not just compare The Concert, Poppy Flowers, and Landscape with Obelisk to your testicles.” His lips curved into a smirk. “I did. Because I can’t choose. How can I? It’s nothing to do with value, and everything to do with how it makes you feel.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“She thought what she was doing was right at the time.” “It wasn’t. I don’t give a fuck if Seamus wants to fuck guys, don’t give a shit if he gets turned on by cucumbers! So long as it isn’t illegal and doesn’t hurt someone else, I’m okay with him being who he is.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“I was the queen of nightmares now though. I made them my bitch and turned them into masterpieces, because suffering made my art shine that little bit harder. And that was the tragedy of being an artist.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“Who the hell said I was your woman?” she snarled at me, all fire and venom. “I’m only coming because of the danger—danger your family put us in—” “Me. I said it. You’re mine. Always fucking have been, and always fucking will be.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“Still, I glared at him. “I won’t. I’m in a hospital bed, and I’ve just learned that I have a son, a son with the only woman I ever loved, and somehow, she’s come into my life again. You won’t make her life miserable, either of you, because if you do—” I swallowed, suddenly feeling like I had a chasm edging at my feet, one that was either going to swallow me whole or throw me out the other side like it was a black hole.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“But I did. I knew her. I’d seen her with Deirdre, which should have marked her for death, but how could any lover of art mark a woman like this for death? She was beautiful. She was gothic. She was a muse in the flesh. Titian would have switched from redheads to brunettes for her. Aela O’Neill. Walking salvation and the promise of hell. I should ignore her, should send her packing, but instead, I rumbled, “Hello, Aela,” and took my first steps, without even a blink, into the abyss.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“I knew what Brennan was and wondered if he knew it too. He was Aidan Sr. reincarnate. The thought made a shiver rush down my spine, because that meant he was a psychopath, but Brennan had a self-awareness that was very uncomfortable, and made his kindness all the more perplexing and my trust in him all the more concerning and bewildering.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“Conor cleared his throat. “How messed up is it that the only person who’s ever defended Declan at this fucking table is his fourteen-year-old kid?” He dipped his chin. “Kudos to you, Shay.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“You can’t. It’s insulting. Not only to anyone who’s gay, but also to Dad. I mean, he quite clearly isn’t gay. And just because he likes art and things doesn’t mean you can talk about him like that.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“This woman was mine. She belonged to me. I owned her. But fuck if she didn’t own me too.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“I stopped being scared of Da when I was seventeen.” “What happened then?” My jaw worked. “I’d just lost you and stopped giving a shit about most things.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“Any woman with these two in her room could let it go to her head,”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“Me. I said it. You’re mine. Always fucking have been, and always fucking will be.”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark

“The way her pussy did the fucking tango around my shaft?”
― Serena Akeroyd, Filthy Dark