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526 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 31, 2015





“…we all had split personalities. We’ve got the one we actually present to the world the majority of the time. Then we have the other one, the one who unleashes terrible barrages of disgusting vitriol at the people who piss us off, only in our heads, and fucks whomever it feels like, exactly when and how it wants. In our heads. I bet we all had a Badger in us, an impulse to hurt and punish. We just had some component that kept it caged in exchange for living in civilized society."

“He had far too many dimensions, far too much to try to capture in something so dumb as a local color piece.”

“My name is Adrian Birch, and I'm nobody.”

“…with every scrap of information I uncovered, I felt more and more as though he and I were two halves, polarized and separated. And the more I learned, the more sharply I ached to be near him. I wanted to feel and hear the magnetic click as I snapped tight against him, to someone like him. To someone so unlike myself.”
“I wanted to touch him for hours, for days, as long as it took to teach myself to translate his scars.”

“My name is Adrian Birch, and I used to be nobody. An apologist, a coward.
Then I met a madman on a bicycle and I lost my mind, lost my way, got my heart broken and my head rewired, and woke from a nightmare of my own design, fear gone like an ex-lover I’d never spread my legs for again.”





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"I'm pretty sure I love you"
"I won't ever love you back,"he said

“He was very human behind all the animal mannerisms. Very human and very, very screwed up.” Adrian



“I get that, too. Like a magnet.” Adrian

“I wondered why I wanted him so much, when he’s never even admitted he liked me…” Adrian




“Give up on me, Adrian, for fuck’s sake…I won’t ever love you back,” he said.”



















“When’re you gonna figure out that I’m not some stray you can fix if you just feed me and love me and pat my fucking head?”


I was apparently still the kind of girl who’d get on her knees and let someone f*ck her mouth in exchange for her drug of choice. My drug was nearly six feet tall now, clad in a striped jacket instead of an orange bottle.
But it still didn’t love me back.
That hadn’t changed.

"Sorry to wake you from whatever Robin Hood wet dream you've been fingering yourself over, but I don't do that stuff to help anybody."
I could be Lois Lane. If Lois were a former klepto painkiller addict and Superman a tweaker on a ten-speed.
“I have a really nasty temper, and no restraint. I’ve basically got no impulse control, so I do whatever I feel like, the second I feel it. I’m also into really fucked-up sex.”
I blinked. “Oh.”
“Plus, since I got no impulse control, I tell girls I just met that I’m into really fucked-up sex.”
“You don’t say.”
“I’m a fucking mess,” he said, with the delivery of someone remarking about the weather, like, shrug, What can you do?”


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"Badger's justice was impersonal and thoughtless and selfish, exactly like the crimes he avenged. He was karma on a bike. He was perfect."

"They called him the badger because he was rabid and aggressive, black and grey."
"I wanted to live in a world with the Badger in it. Not because he made anything better or worse, just because it was a more interesting place to call home."

"… from a traumatized little kid into a walking bomb."
"We kissed like fucking had never been invented, and this was the nastiest dish on the menu. "

"Getting Isaac hard was, well, hard."







