City of Souls and Sinners Quotes

“Do you want me on my knees? Do you want me to beg, is that it? Because I will. I’ll crawl for you.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“You’re my home, Lola. You’re my home.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“You are the exception to every one of my rules.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“You are the light in my dark. My reason for living.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“His next words were sobs, broken up only by rasping breaths. “I’m crying like a child and you can’t even hear me. Love isn’t a good enough word to describe how I feel for you.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Malakai, please.” The words were soft. Pleading. “I love her. I love her more than anything.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“If Darien lost Loren, Max would lose Darien. They would all lose Darien.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Please,” he whispered, the word gruff and choked by tears. “Please wake her up. Don’t take her from me. Please. She’s all I’ve got.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“And he had protected her. He’d done such a great job of it, too. Now it was her turn to protect him.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Life. Death. She could no longer tell which was which.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Because he understood that if Loren died, Darien died too. Maybe not physically. Maybe not from his heart ceasing to beat, but he would die all the same.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“When I met you, Loren, when I sat across from you that day at Rook and Redding’s, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Instantly, I was…protective of you. Even if you would’ve refused my help, I don’t think I would’ve been able to stay away from you. You affected me in a way no one ever has. And as the days wore on, and I got to see all the vulnerable and beautiful parts of you, I didn’t just want to be your friend, I wanted to be your best friend. I wanted to be the first thing you thought of when you woke up and the last thing that crossed your  mind before you fell asleep. Your laugh and your smile lit up a part of me that had been dark for so long. You brought light into my life, and even though I knew that I could never deserve you, I didn’t want to let you go. Even the thought of being separated from you made it difficult to breathe. I wanted you to let me love you. I wanted to give you the world, because you had become mine.” Tears wet his eyelashes and slipped down his cheeks. “I love you, Loren.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Since meeting you, I’ve realized how many years I’ve wasted, drifting in the dark. I had no purpose, no hope for the future, no joy. I wasn’t living, baby, I was existing, not really enjoying much of anything, and the things that I did enjoy, they were…wrong. Unfulfilling. And then you came along, and I could finally see the light again. My destination was—is you. Can you understand that? Loren?” She nodded.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“He hated seeing her upset. He fucking hated it more than anything in the world. It made him want to rip out hearts and crack open skulls and burn entire buildings to the ground.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“I never wanted to leave,” Loren said. “But I wanted— I was trying to protect you guys.” And they’d all respected her too much to dig deeper. “You don’t need to protect us, Calla,” Max said. “You’re part of the family now, which means we stand together. Against any threat.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“I don’t understand,” he whispered. “I’m feeling that you don’t want me to leave, but you’re telling me to.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Darien was several feet away when he stopped. Tipping his head back, he looked up at the burnt ceiling, his back facing her. He seemed to be warring with himself about what he should do, weighing his desire with his undying respect for her, as Darien so often did.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Coughing, eyes burning, Loren looked up to see Tanner gaping at her, his mouth full of donut. He was standing in the kitchen—by himself, thank the Star. Well, aside from his wolf Familiar. Silver looked just as confused as Tanner, ears erect. As silence stretched on, Silver looked up at Tanner, a whimper that begged for answers slipping through his whiskery chops. “Why are you in the fireplace?” Tanner demanded. A crumb fell off his donut. Silver slurped it up off the floor, forgetting all about those answers he’d wanted a moment ago as his big tongue dampened the wood. “Do I need to call Darien?” She got up and dusted the soot off her soiled clothes. She stank—horribly. “If you call him, I’m taking those donuts away.” Mortifer ducked under her arm and scampered away, slipping the whiteboard and marker under the couch on his way to the fridge. Looking thoroughly offended, Tanner snatched up the box of donuts from Whisking Witch and clutched it to his chest. “I mean it,” she warned. Tanner merely bit off another bite of donut and walked away, box tucked under his arm, Silver following on his heels.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Loren tiptoed across the rug, being careful not to leave any dirt behind. “Thank you,” she whispered to Mortifer. He peered at her from between two boxes of cereal, a new pile of ice chips already set before him. “Please don’t tell anyone about today. It’s…it’s for Darien’s safety.” Mortifer used his index finger to draw two letters in the air: O.K. “Thank you,” she said again.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“It was fear, realer than his heart beating in his chest. Fear that she was slipping through the cracks of his broken life, and fear that he loved her too much to stop her from going.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“don’t need a signature, I need a bullet and a body bag, so quit being a smartass.” “Darien.” Ivy clicked her tongue. “Ivyana,” he countered. “Idiots,” Lace offered. The girl at Lace’s side looked at her with curiosity. “Idiots?” She fumbled the word on her tongue. “Yeah, idiots,” Lace said. “Stupid, moronic, dumb—” “Dumb.” She nodded emphatically. Dominic wheezed a laugh. “She knows that one.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“But he was a monster, wasn’t he? It was all he’d ever been, since the moment his mother had given birth to her black-eyed son. A monster who’d spent over twenty-four years looking for the light, only to realize it wasn’t where he belonged.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“You can’t break someone who’s already broken.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“They were beautiful. But beautiful things could be deadly too.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Bandit threw her a backward glance that told her he missed her just as much as Darien did, his cropped tail drooping in a way that made this whole night so much worse.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“A few more days,” he repeated incredulously. His eyes shut, nostrils flaring wide. When he reopened his eyes, they were solid black. Even after killing that demon, one of those awful Surges had him in its grip. “A few more days, and you’ll miraculously stop hating me?”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Then what do you want, Lola? I know I’m pretty new to this whole dating thing, but I seem to be missing how we can go from being glued to the hip after Kalendae to barely even messaging each other.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“Darien froze. Ivy paused too. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know, and he felt something in his chest split in half. “Darien—” “You took her away, didn’t you?” It felt like someone had punched him in the stomach, his words coming out as winded as he felt. Ivy shut the door. Leaned back against it. Crossed her arms. “She just needs time.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“My mom once told me to always remember that everyone has a story. Even the ones who piss you off or hurt you. And that even the broken ones are usually broken because someone else made them that way.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners

“I like a pickle with my grilled cheese,” she explained. Gripping the lid harder, she twisted, but it wouldn’t budge. With a sigh, she stepped up to Darien and offered him the jar. “Here you go, muscles.” Instead of taking the jar from her, he merely gripped the lid and twisted it off with ease, his face darkening with concern. “What is it?” she asked. “Do you want a pickle?” “You should’ve been able to open that on your own.” There was nothing rude in the statement, only concern. She plucked a pickle out of the jar and sucked on it, salt puckering her tongue. “Guess I should start lifting weights then.” “The lid was half-shut, Loren.” “I must’ve loosened it for you.” The frown on his face deepened. “Loren.” “Mmm?” She bit off the end of the pickle. He flipped the sandwiches, barely looking at what he was doing. “Are you sure you’re okay? Should I be worried?” “I’m fine, Darien. I promise.” She offered him a bite of the pickle, and he took one only to appease her, his attention still on her face. “This has been going on for a lot longer than you’ve seen. I’m okay. Trust me.” She squinted up at him. “Do you trust me?” “Of course I trust you.” “Good. Then stop fussing. You have bigger things to worry about than my fights with a pickle jar.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Souls and Sinners