Status Updates From Maeve Fly

‘and when he produces the eggs, soft boiled, i arch my back as he inserts one into me, as he swallows the yolk that drips out. exquisitely, devotionally.’

“i love halloween because all the time, everyone wears masks. but one night a year, they do it openly. the dark and forbidden things they wish to be but deny themselves, on halloween they don’t. on halloween, they embrace it, all of it. the hidden parts of the world are exposed, if only for one night. and those things that are truly dark are a little less alone.”

‘i pull out gideon’s tooth and examine it. it is white and nice. distinguished, if a tooth could ever be called such a thing. i could keep it, but i have a better idea. i lift the lid off the jar of teeth on the bar and drop it down inside. an offering to the gods of piña colada.’

‘where is the savagery in women? where is the barbarism?’

maeve out here asking the real questions!!!

‘and his eyes are on mine, this sharpened blade of a body, honed and chiseled and powerful. he is living stone, granite and muscle and blood, hot and hard and pinned beneath me.’

THIS IS TEA!!!!!!!!!!

‘and my wrists are pinned to the cold by his hands, and i am here. there is only this. need and want and breath and blood.’

‘but the deep rumble of his voice awakens the untamed and female in me.’

Holy shit, I don't think I've ever picked up a book with this strong of an opening.

‘i swing the mace into the top of hilda’s skull.’

knew that was gonna happen. goodbye forever, hilda.

‘and i certainly don’t intend to be around for when he realizes he prefers his missionary style cocaine and martini banality’