Marie

“Rip. “Son of a motherfuck!” I screech. After that, she plucks my eyebrows, moisturizes my face, and then spends a long time combing the tangles from my hair, looking unbothered by the verbal abuse I hurl at her along the way.  “How much do men pay for this?” I sneer, head snapping back forth with each pass of the comb. “Am I getting the sadistic whore premium?”
― Angel Lawson, Dukes of Ruin

“We are whatever people see.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy

“I feel lost for a moment, all of my men inside while I stand out here, waiting to be invited. I want to think that I’m necessary—part of what’s happening behind that door—but the hard truth is that I’m not. The Lords have been setting up these chess pieces long before I even thought to see the checkerboard beneath my feet.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy

“Sometimes, appearances are all we have. The mask we pull over our faces to hide the ugly sadness beneath.”
― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy