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324 pages, Paperback
First published May 8, 2018



"May you see that broken is beautiful. The most beautiful of them all."
"A hollow shell with shards of my soul rattling around inside."
“You want to know your captor’s name?” I nodded once, even though the motion was near impossible with the weight of his stare. “Elizabeth Helen Hades is the name of your captor,” he said, his voice smoothing over the name fluidly. My name."
"Some stories aren’t beautiful. Some lives aren’t beautiful. But those stories need to be told. And those lives need to be lived."





I spent my whole life around monsters masquerading as men. They didn’t scare me. But this man who didn’t wear a mask did. He scared me, and he enveloped me in his darkness.
“Do you think the only way you can possess beautiful things is to kill them?” I whispered to his back.
“In fact, it would be near impossible to find a person not touched with horror in their lives. Some are only brushed, others grazed, while a lot are stabbed, burned, filled with it.”
He found himself liking her anger, her fire. He found himself planning to make her angry, furious, as often as he could. Even if it made her hate him. Especially if it made her hate him. Because hate and anger would mean she was living. Passionately living


“Life was my penance, my sentence. The price I was paying. And I deserved to live through every second of misery. I needed more of it to pay for my sins.”
“Humans don’t have enough self-preservation to spend time getting to know themselves. Otherwise they’ll see themselves for the monsters they really are. Not many people are strong enough to survive after meeting their monsters.”
“His entire body strained against the handcuffs, tensing as he let out a feral growl. His eyes glowed with desire so dark it melted into the walls behind us. I rode him. Hard.”




