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411 pages, ebook
First published August 23, 2015


“Maybe we are lost, and some of us just don’t want to be found.”






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"The wounded, the broken, the struggling, the hopeful ... the lost. We find beauty in poison, and we love the bitter taste."
" She wanted him to hurt, then love the pain away."
"The wounded, the broken, the struggling, the hopeful ... the lost. We find beauty in poison, and we love the bitter taste."
"Thank you. For making me feel like no matter how many times my wings break... one day, they might just grow back"
“Do you think lost people recognize each other, when they meet?” she whispered. “We did,” he said, and kissed her.




She was sick- but he was sick too.
If she was a little mouse, then he was a wildcat battling her around, toying with her before eating her, and she wished she didn't want the thrill of never knowing when his jaw would come down.It's so difficult to give you any more information about the story line with spoiling it but know that each of these characters will make you feel a whole host of emotions. Leigh in particular left my head in such a mess. She really was one hell of a fucked up woman and the more I got about her back story, the more my heart went out to her. I got why she had taken the path she was traveling on. That didn't necessarily make it right but it did help me to understand the car crash that was her life. All she needed was some form of control, some form of power in the choices she made and what she did gave her that... in a random, messed up kind of way.
"We find beauty in poison, and we love the bitter taste."
" One night the universe saw it's own reflection and fell in love.
“Tonight she was a goddess of broken-down dreams, and didn’t want any mortal man to touch her."

“But her body refused to listen—her tainted dirty defiled little body that needed sex like an addiction, that wanted to take her hate out on him with raking nails while he punished her with vicious thrusts and filled her until she split apart. She wanted his bruising touch reaching deep inside her, because unless it hurt it wasn’t real enough."
“She bent the bars of her cage, and sacrificed the most beautiful thing she’d ever made so she could run away. Maybe she doesn’t fly…but she won’t stay tied to earth, either."

“‘That moment was when she realized that every woman is a broken goddess. Every last one.’
‘Why broken?’ Hart asked softly.
‘Because we’re all born in that cage, and we’ve been breaking our wings against the bars ever since.’"
“She didn’t break, She never broke. Not anymore, and never again. Not for him. Not for anyone."
"How do you know me so well?"
"Maybe I've always known you, and we were just waiting to be found."
"The wounded, the broken, the struggling, the hopeful...the lost. We find beauty in poison, and we love the bitter taste."








"Ghosts aren't supposed to cast a shadow", she said.
"Is that how you are ?"
"That's how I live. Somewhere between the world of living and the world of dead."
"Every night I'm a
different animal.
But I'll always be a
beast."
"The wounded, the broken, the struggling, the hopeful ... the lost. We find beauty in poison, and we love the bitter taste."
"Maybe we are lost, and some of us just don't want to be found."


