Lesley

“My own little wolf, with sharp teeth and stormy eyes. All shattered pieces and jagged edges that shone brighter than the sun. A soul as dark and strange as my own. She was mine, and I was hers, for the rest of eternity.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“People never stayed how you found them. Over minutes, hours, months, years — the people you’ve met become strangers, and you have to meet them all over again.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Murder bitches, get fucked...or something like that.” She gave me a long, exasperated stare. “It’s fuck bitches, get money, Zane.” “Right, yeah, that’s what I said.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge

“Sometimes, there’s no running, no fighting. Sometimes, bad shit happens. The bad shit changes you. You can’t look at the world the same. You realize that manners, morals, culture, society, friends, and family are all fake. They’re ideas we cling to, to make existence bearable. When that’s ripped away — the fake optimistic bullshit — the only thing you have left is survival. Survival is messy. Survival has no morals or kindness. Survival isn’t black and white, good versus evil. Survival is shades of red; it’s blood taken and blood lost. My survival was a gun, liquor was my sustenance, and rough sex was my painkiller.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul for Revenge