Her Soul for Revenge Quotes

“Humans and Gods were a bad combination. Give a human knowledge, and he thinks he’s wise. Give a human magic, and he thinks he’s strong. Give a human religion, and he’ll think he’s right.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Fix you? Ah, little wolf, I have no desire to fix you. I just want to see all your broken edges shine. I want to feel how sharp you are.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Murder bitches, get fucked...or something like that.” She gave me a long, exasperated stare. “It’s fuck bitches, get money, Zane.” “Right, yeah, that’s what I said.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“A home isn't just a place - sometimes a home is a person; sometimes a home is flesh and blood.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“It was like shattered glass every time I looked at you.” His hand moved up, tucked against my neck and his thumb pushed up my chin. “Have you ever seen shattered glass catch the light? Have you seen it reflect colors that a perfect, pristine pane never would? How it shines as bright as the sun?”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Survival is messy. Survival has no morals or kindness. Survival isn’t black and white, good versus evil. Survival is shades of red; it’s blood taken and blood lost.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Don’t you dare call for God,” I snarled. “It’s my name you’re going to be crying.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“What can I say, I was just a horny fucker that wished every day was an orgy.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“People never stayed how you found them. Over minutes, hours, months, years — the people you’ve met become strangers, and you have to meet them all over again.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Sometimes, there’s no running, no fighting. Sometimes, bad shit happens. The bad shit changes you. You can’t look at the world the same. You realize that manners, morals, culture, society, friends, and family are all fake. They’re ideas we cling to, to make existence bearable. When that’s ripped away — the fake optimistic bullshit — the only thing you have left is survival. Survival is messy. Survival has no morals or kindness. Survival isn’t black and white, good versus evil. Survival is shades of red; it’s blood taken and blood lost. My survival was a gun, liquor was my sustenance, and rough sex was my painkiller.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“I’d been alone for years. Not once, in all that time, had someone reached out to my disastrous, broken self and said, “This one is mine. This one is what I want.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“You can be broken,” he said. “You’ll never be too broken for me. We can be monsters; you and I. We can be wretched, messy, strange things. If you’re afraid, then you can be afraid. When you lose your light, I’ll still come back for you in the dark. You’re not alone.” He kissed my forehead. “You’ll never be alone again.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“I didn't need a rescuer, I didn't need a guardian; he wasn't that. He was my comfort.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Don’t be ashamed of what you want to say. I’m not going anywhere.” And that was the thing, wasn’t it? That was the spark that lit up my dark, dead, broken soul — he’d seen all its sharp edges and hadn’t left. He’d seen me as broken as I was and wanted me, regardless.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“I wanted to rip her apart. I wanted to eat her alive.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“My own little wolf, with sharp teeth and stormy eyes. All shattered pieces and jagged edges that shone brighter than the sun. A soul as dark and strange as my own. She was mine, and I was hers, for the rest of eternity.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Give yourself a little mercy, Juniper.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“When enough people tell you you're crazy, you begin to question your own mind. You pick apart your memories, bit by bit, unraveling them until they’re disjointed and stained, rearranged, every second doubted.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Give a human knowledge, and he thinks he's wise. Give a human magic, and he thinks he's strong. Give a human religion, and he'll think he's right.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“I never want to hear that sound again, Juniper.” He gripped the cloth in his hand, his fingers slowly curling into a fist around it. He was shaking his head, his jaw clenched so tight that a vein in his temple was slowly turning black. “I never want to hear the way you sound when you’re in pain like that...when you’re scared like that…” He looked away from me, fixing his smoldering gaze on the far wall. “I slaughtered them all, Juniper. Every single one. I promise you right now that nothing that dares try to hurt you gets to live. Nothing.” His voice became a growl and he closed his eyes, breathing slowly.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Two sick fucks who enjoyed pain - one mortal, one immortal. What a goddamn pair we'd be.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“I don’t think you need to be fixed, Juniper. I think you need to catch your light.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“You deserve to live, Juniper Kynes. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to come out of the dark, when you’re ready. It’s alright if you don’t know which way to go. I’ll be beside you. I love you, Juniper Kynes, exactly as you are.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Just this one time, Juniper. Lay down your weapons, and let me use mine.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“You thought you threw a lamb down into the dark. You didn’t. You threw down a wolf, and I came back biting.” I pulled the trigger.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“She was mine, and I was hers, for the rest of eternity.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“I knew what I wanted, and I’ve been chasing it every day since.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“And I love every messy piece of you, Juniper. I won’t tell you not to doubt it. I’ll just prove it to you every day until you can’t.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Call it a kink, a fetish, whatever — I couldn’t escape the desire to take the very things that had hurt me and make them mine, control them, use them.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“I liked to hunt oddities, souls with a heavy history and heavier scars. They fought the hardest, and that made it even sweeter when they eventually became mine.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge