V

“Nora, if you don’t get on my cock right now, I’m going to kill myself.”
She laughed.
“I’d drag your soul straight back from hell if you did.”
― Clio Evans, Nocturnal

“You’re ruining me.”
“It’s vengeance for you corrupting me.”
― Clio Evans, Nocturnal

“There is no overkill, his voice reminds me, drifting around my mind like a desert wind. There is only kill, or die. Death need not be your heart stopping. It can be the loss of music. Or memory. Or freedom. Whatever you fear most, that is death. So kill, Bria. Kill every risk that would kill you first. Only then can you enjoy the death that is suffered by your hand. And I will. I will enjoy it very much. I’m coming for you, Caron Berger. One little lamb at a time.”
― Brynne Weaver, Black Sheep

“After all, I am not just his protégé. I owe my life to Samuel. I am his one moment of mercy. In one hundred and seventy-two killings, I am the only person he ever saved. The gurney squeaks behind me. I twist around to watch the EMTs rolling out a body covered with a sheet. I turn back to Samuel and he smiles. One hundred and seventy-three.”
― Brynne Weaver, Black Sheep