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“Only one addiction can actually lead to my decimation. One addiction forces me to forget everything else whenever he’s in my vicinity. Whenever he touches me, kisses me, fucks me. I pretend my outer skin doesn’t exist. I’m not Brandon King. I’m not the broken entity who sees black ink instead of his reflection in the mirror. Not the weak man who’s more often than not swallowed by disgusting nausea and the terrifying notion of nothingness. I’m just me. His lotus flower. His Prince Charming. His baby.”
― Rina Kent, God of Fury

“He reached out without thinking and took Andrew's cigarette away. For some reason Andrew let him keep it.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court

“I’ve obviously made an enormous tactical error, because now Blake Riley—all two-hundred-odd, suit-wearing pounds of him—gets to his feet and begins jumping on the bed. I open my mouth to yell at him, but it’s difficult to pronounce words when he’s yelling, “Fuck yeah!” and I’m being shaken like a pair of shoes in a dryer.”
― Sarina Bowen, Us

“Let me search for the fucks I have to give.” I pretend to check my pockets and then produce two middle fingers. “Oh, here you go.”
― Rina Kent, God of Fury