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286 pages, Paperback
First published July 7, 2014
“Love is made from dreams, and dreams are made of love.”
“That is what made him so powerful; not the pain he could cause to my body, but the agony he brought to my soul.“
“I will break you, Mae, (…) I will possess you so entirely that you will ask for permission to fucking breathe.”
“You hide from me and for the first time in my life I need to see all of you, feel all of you.”
“You should never presume but always read the truths from the lies.”
He didn’t deserve my surrender or my body and he would never own my mind, that was something I was sure of.
“I will break you, Mae,” he hissed in my ear, his hot breath torture against my cold, damp skin. “I will possess you so entirely that you will ask for permission to fucking breathe.”
"You are the lamb. I am the shepherd. I will control your every move. I will direct and govern you until you learn your place. And I will guide you along the path to your slaughter."From the word go, "The Decimation of Mae" pulled emotions from me. I felt so much sorrow and hurt which then morphed into anger and frustration and even hatred on so many occasions. And even now, after I've finished up, I still can't stop thinking about the story. How could a book be so brutal, so ugly, so tragic, so horrific for the most part yet bring me to my knees at the end? I don't know how D.H Sidebottom did it but my heart ached, it broken and eventually it shattered into a million pieces, the tears that had threatened to fall finally making their appearance during the last 10%.
"I intrigue you. You can't understand me and that aggravates you, infuriates you even. Whatever or however you try, you know deep down that you will never own me. You will never control me and I will never surrender to your darkness."
"I will break you, Mae," he hissed in my ear, his hot breath torture against my cold, damp skin."I will possess you so entirely that you will ask for permission to breathe"D.H Sidebottom wrote an amazing book in "The Decimation of Mae" and I was 100% invested the story. Her writing was so visual, it made my stomach turn at times but I wouldn't have it any other way. It was perfect and really helped to bring Mae's story to life. This was one hell of a mind fuck of a read and I need more.... I want inside "the devil's head!" Crazy I know but I need answers to questions I have. Answers only this man could give me. Unfortunately, told solely from Mae's POV, I got very little from him... very little indeed, the author holding the cards on this character very close to her chest.. I wonder why? Lol
"The devil wears many masks Mae." I smiled at him.
"And an angel has many personalities."
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“You can’t kill someone who is already dead inside.”
“I am the sort of man who will relish in your defiance, Mae. Believe me; I would love nothing more than to fight you, to take you hard and punishingly, to bruise you and make you bleed.”
“Your fists will never reach my mind, your harsh cruelty will never brush against my soul. You hate me for that, but you also admire me for it.”
“You are the lamb. I am the shepherd. I will control your every move. I will direct and govern you until you learn your place. And I will guide you along the path to your slaughter.” Daniel
“You will never pen me in like some timid animal that is too scared to fight. I have nothing to lose. You can beat me, hurt me, control me even, but you will never own me.” Mae
You introduce us to a demon,
"He yanked my chin upwards until my eyes met his angry glare, hatred and repulsion heavy in his eyes. “You are the lamb. I am the shepherd. I will control your every move. I will direct and govern you until you learn your place. And I will guide you along the path to your slaughter.”
"A deep-seated carnal hunger for debauchery and depravity glowed in the room around me, stilling every single inch of me. A shameless want for pain ached inside me, the strength of it thickening my blood. I squeezed my eyes closed when recognition clashed with degradation, but even that struck the match to my arousal. My own mortification turned me on.
I was ill; sick and fucking perverse".