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“Plus, you ever had Lou Malnati’s? Had it done right, I mean? Chicago Classic, well done. Fuck me,” she groaned, tone bordering on sensual. “Fuck. Delicious.”
― Olivie Blake, Masters of Death

“Because when I finally take those lips in mine, it will be the furthest thing from pretending. I will not be showing you what it would be like if you were mine. I’ll show you what it is. And I sure as hell won’t be showing how good I could make you feel if you called me yours. You’ll already know that I am.”
― Elena Armas, The Spanish Love Deception

“HEY,” he shouted, scowling, with the presumption that he would once again go unheard, but the practical sense that boredom and lethargy would only be needlessly gloomy. “YOUR MOTHER’S A WHORE, AND YOUR FATHER’S A—”
― Olivie Blake, Masters of Death

“We are the descendants
of the wild women you forgot
We are the stories you thought
would never be taught.

They should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive.
Because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life.”
― Nikita Gill