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395 pages, ebook
First published January 5, 2013

WOW.
This book was unlike anything I've EVER read. It was dark and disturbing to the max, but at the same time it was so eloquent and beautifully written that I ended up loving it to pieces. The topics that are addressed in this novel aren't the most conventional ones, but that's exactly what makes the story so unique. The author does not make an effort to hide the ugliest aspects of life and instead, chooses to depict those aspects in detail. But by doing that, the beautiful and peaceful moments in life suddenly seem all the more valuable and worth fighting for.
PS: the story also consists of one of the most cruel, sadistic female characters I've ever come across: Blaine Albermarle...

Oh, and Coyle O'Halloran too, for that matter...
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At the beginning of the story we meet a young man named, Finn Strachan. with the face of a fallen angel, Finn manages to enrapture everyone upon meeting them.
But behind the beautiful facade, there's a lot of darkness and pain.
"The summer I met Lilith Bresson, I had begun to die. Not physically, you understand. I had never been that lucky. But each day a little more of my soul disappeared and Blaine sensed it.
And Blaine Albermarle never let anything escape without a fight." ~ Finn

"Control. The one thing that shaped my life, and the one that I felt I was about to lose." ~ Lilith

"But at the end of the day, everything costs me. The only question is how much." ~ Finn

"You're not okay, Finn. In fact, I'd say you were about as far from 'okay' as a human being could get right now, short of being dead." ~ Lilith

"The momentary discomfort was nothing at all compared to the realisation that she was finding comfort in my flawed embrace." ~ Finn

"I don't expect you to be like them. Don't want you to be. It's not them I want, it's you. From the moment we met, it's only been you." ♥♥

"What did you call me?"
"Ah. A chuisle. Gaelic. 'My darling'. I prefer the proper translation, mind you."
"Which is?"
He gave a bashful smile. "My pulse."
Two hundred and twelve breaths.
That's how long it took me to risk moving again.
I might have just lost something that wasn't mine to begin with.
An hour and a half was all I'd wanted - ninety poxy minutes with a woman who was content to share my company without leaving the kind of souvenir that required medical attention.
"What did you call me?"
"Ah. A chuisle. Gaelic. 'My darling.' I prefer the proper translation, mind you."
"Which is?"
He gave a bashful smile. "My pulse."
“Y’ know what my job is, huh? It’s to say ‘Yes’ and keep saying it until whoever’s paying decides they’ve had enough. It doesn’t matter if I’m not happy, or if it disgusts me, or even if it hurts like I’d rather fucking die. So deal with it. I have to.”
“You deserve better.”
“Lili- no ones ever done anything like this for me. Ever. Are you hearing me? I sure as hell know I wouldn’t have taken the risks you did today just for a whore.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s what I am.”
“It’s what she makes you do. It’s not who you are.”
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"How shite was my childhood - a True Story by yet another Irish White-Trash Bastard."


FINN STRACHAN

LILITH BRESSON

"Just out of interest, what did you make of my Finn?"
"Probably the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

“Lady Albermarle to you isn’t it, you Paddy piece of shit.”
“It was easy to forget that other people lived in a world where rules and laws and common sense could keep you safe. A world where, if you did the right thing you were allowed to get on with your life in whichever way you chose.”

"I trust Coyle gave you a warm welcome."
"He was very professional."
"He normally receives better reports than that, especially from our female guests. Was there a problem?"
"No, no problem. It's just - well, he knows it doesn't he? That whole 'Celtic Charm' thing's a well-polished act, but reminded me of one of those theme pubs on the Dublin tourist trail. Shelves full of pitchforks and wheelbarrows, and not a native in sight."

"What did you call me?"
"Ah. A chuisle. Gaelic. 'My darling'. I prefer the proper translation, mind you."
"Which is?"
He gave a bashful smile. "My pulse."

“In a fortnight Lilith had figured out more about me than anyone had ever cared to know, and I could only hope that she would hold it gently.”

"feckin'"
"… thought I was the dog's bollocks"
"away with the fairies"
"Jesus, you look knackered"
"No, it was shite"
"Shut your filthy fuckin' hole"
“Even at this ridiculous hour, and clad in a faded blue t-shirt and ancient pyjama pants, he looked like something Michelangelo might reject for being too beautiful”
“I can’t do this alone, Finn. I need you beside me.”
“Nobody had ever said that to me.”



‘Y’know what my job is, huh? It’s to say ‘Yes’ and keep saying it until whoever’s paying decides they’ve had enough. It doesn’t matter if I’m not happy, or if it disgusts me, or even if it hurts like I’d rather fucking die. So deal with it. I have to.’

In my long and illustrious career I had been fucked by a procession of evil bastards, but none ever quite matched the sublime cruelty of Blaine.
‘And that means the less of this... kind of thing there is, the easier it’ll be for you. Sometimes the more you have, the more you’ll miss it when it’s gone.’
“But at the end of the day, everything I do costs me. The only question is how much.”










... at the end of the day, everything I do cost me. The only question is how much.

A nocturnal junkie, scared of needles and scared of the dark. The irony was hilarious.

"I see what I want to see."

"... his despair arouses her beyond measure."




In my long and illustrious career I had been fucked by a procession of evil bastards, but none ever quite matched the sublime cruelty of Blaine.

"You're the first person in this whole fucking place who's ever asked permission to touch me, you know that?"



"I want to keep hold of just one or two poxy secrets in the car crash otherwise known as my life in vain hope that once or twice a year I can pretend to have some bloody dignity."
"You came back," he whispered. "You did all that, and you still came back."






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"It was easy to forget that other people lived in a world where rules and laws and common sense could keep you safe. A world where, if you did the right thing you were allowed to get on with your life in whichever way you chose."
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“I don't expect you to be like them. Don't want you to be. It's not them I want, it's you. From the moment we met, it's only been you.”
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“What did you call me?”
“Ah. A chuisle. Gaelic. 'My darling'. I prefer the proper translation, mind you.”
“Which is?”
He gave a bashful smile. “My pulse.”
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“Lili- no ones ever done anything like this for me. Ever. Are you hearing me? I sure as hell know I wouldn’t have taken the risks you did today just for a whore.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s what I am.”
“It’s what she makes you do. It’s not who you are.”
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“I can’t do this alone, Finn. I need you beside me.”
Nobody had ever said that to me.
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‘What did you call me?’
‘Ah. A chuisle. Gaelic. ‘My darling’. I prefer the proper translation, mind you.’
‘Which is?’
He gave a bashful smile. ‘My pulse.’



‘Almost an angel,
You took me to heaven on a scheduled flight.
Almost an angel,
Then you broke my heart in two like a creature of the night...’
‘...Warm, sweet lips and ice-cold kisses
Sucked out my soul and left me wanting more.
Pick up your mail, answer your phone,
Answer my texts, I’m so sick of being alone.
Spread your wings and fly my way,
Be the devil I know for a heavenly day.’





Control. The one thing that shaped my life, and the one thing I felt that I was about to lose.
With a shiver that I hoped was more to do with the chill of the morning, I realized it would also be one hell of a place to try to leave.Soon Lilith meets Finn, Blaine’s “companion.” He has lived at The Hall for three years and is all part of the experience that Blaine provides to her sick guests. He is basically there for them to do with as they please.
The very first time I met him, Finn Strachan stole my breath.
‘Pull back, Finn. For both your sakes.’
‘I can take it.’
‘You might be able to. But can Lilith?’
‘What did you call me?’
‘Ah. A chuisle. Gaelic. ‘My darling’. I prefer the proper translation, mind you.’
‘Which is?’ He gave a bashful smile. ‘My pulse.’