Readers Manic

“it’s a song only he can hear. One that calls to that bottomless beast inside him, begging for everything to just stop. Please, just one more, one more hit to make it all go away—”
― Jessie Walker, Where There's a Will

“But nothing. New York is you and Izzy and Waylon’s dream.” I press a hand to my chest. “Not mine.” Eyes creasing, he says, “What’s your dream then?” You. You’re my dream.”
― Jessie Walker, Every Breath After: Part One

“And yet, for some reason, the particular brand of torture that comes with being near Jeremy Montgomery, is one I welcome willingly. Seeking it out. Craving it like it’s just another flask, filled to the brim with liquid fire I can asphyxiate on. Blaze my insides. Burn it all into ash. It’s fucked up on so many levels.”
― Jessie Walker, Every Breath After: Part One

“You’re a ticking time bomb,” I hear myself say, my voice distant even to my own ears. “One that just keeps fucking rebuilding itself after every explosion, over and over and over again. But I don’t. I don’t rebuild. I don’t heal. I just keep taking it. But I can’t anymore. There’s not enough left of me to take any more shrapnel and walk out alive.”
― Jessie Walker, If There's a Way