Vero Heath > Quotes

“I don’t kid myself thinking that I might have something like a soul, but all the rest of it – the blood, the bones, the heart – I’d lay at her feet like an offering without her ever having to ask it of me. Even if I know she’d never ask it of me. Even if she doesn’t think she’s worth it.”
― Vero Heath, An Angel So Wingless

“You can’t use darkness to hide from a monster. It’s like using water to hide from a shark. While bleeding. Profusely.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless

“The monster who’s probably murdered more than ten times the number of people that he’s fucked. Go figure.”
― Vero Heath, An Angel So Wingless

“Not even when my mouth replaces my fingers, lips grazing her wound, my tongue swiping over that torn place. I groan, a full-body tremor wracking my frame, at the taste of her blood. I’ve known for a long time that I’m not a psychologically healthy or normal individual. But I’ve never been one for phony vampire shit.”
― Vero Heath, An Angel So Wingless

“I will always fucking come back for you. Even when you don’t want me to. Even when you scream and beg and cry for me to leave, even when you push me away, I won’t go. I will come back every single time, do you hear me? I will fucking be here. Always.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless

“We go straight to her,” I say. Morelli swears under his breath, saying something about how he doesn’t know which Titone brother is more stubborn.”
― Vero Heath, An Angel So Wingless

“You should have listened.” “Well, I-” “There is no, ‘well,’” he interrupts coolly. “There are no ‘buts.’ When I tell you to do something, you have to fucking do it.”
― Vero Heath, An Angel So Wingless

“Maybe my eyes have gone completely red even from the outside. Deirdre must see something change in me, because she puts her smooth, cool hands on either side of my jaw. It’s the first time she’s ever touched me like this. It’s both soothing and infuriating, because that one tender, possessive touch makes me want to get down in the slush and the salt and the snow, press my forehead to the ground, and bow. Her hands on my face, on my skin and my scars, solid and unflinching like this, makes me want to fucking beg. Beg her for something but I don’t know what. It’s both nostalgic and foreign to me, because I haven’t begged anyone for anything in decades. Not since I begged God that night in the fire. “Elio,” she says, just a whisper. And then, for the first time, she kisses me.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless

“But the music distracts me from the past, from pain. It’s deafening, yet somehow not loud enough. So soft it makes my throat go dry. So powerful it slugs me in the temple. Leaves me reeling.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless

“The towel immediately envelops me, going around my shoulders in a warm, fluffy hug. Only, it’s not just the towel hugging me, but Elio. He’s got his big arms around me from behind, locking at my front in a tight embrace. He bends down along my right side, the scarred left side of his jaw brushing my cheek as his chin comes to rest on my shoulder. This isn’t just hugging now, this is holding.”
― Vero Heath, A Vow So Soulless

“I’m still annoyed that all I did was break that fucker’s nose as we drive home. I stew on it, replaying the entire interaction, almost wishing Deirdre hadn’t been there so I could have ripped that idiot’s tongue out the way I’d wanted to. Red? What the hell kind of nickname is that? Reducing her down to something as basic and obvious as her hair colour. No fucking imagination, no art, no homage to the trilling melody of her soul. Red. Red Red Red Red. Cristo Santo, I hate it even more than usual now. The only good thing that word’s got going for it is that it rhymes with dead which is what that spineless little law student should be right about now.”
― Vero Heath, A Debt So Ruthless