Zarek stood in the middle of his yard alone. There was no wind. Everything was motionless.
Everything except for his heart, which was breaking.
Astrid was gone.
It was for her own good.
So why did he feel so brokenhearted?
He’d seen and heard firsthand what Caleb really thought about him.
They were family.
Brothers in arms.
Yes, they fought and sniped. Yet ar the end of the day, they would kill or die for each other. It was something each of them had proven. Of that, he had no doubt.
Sooner or later, death comes for us all. None of us can stop that. But I’m not going quietly to my grave. Whether it’s tomorrow or a hundred years from now, I’m checking out with blood on my fists. Fighting every step of the way into eternity.
Trust me, I know the difference between someone who’s churlish by nature because they’re trying to protect themselves from being harmed by others, and someone whose barbs are meant to let blood. Sadly for her, others can’t distinguish it. And so she does more harm to herself by trying to form a protective barrier from strangers than she would if she’d just be nice. But I understand the need to strike the first blow before they do.
He didn’t believe in the supernatural. He never had. It was a bunk made up my moms to scare kids, and Hollywood to make a profit. The true monsters in this world were real and human through and through. Which was what made them so dangerous.
You didn’t see them coming until it was too late.
Favorite quote? Lots. In fact, I have one notebook with all my favorite quotes of each book written on it. All the quotes I find interesting, inspirational o cath my attention are included there. (Only for Acheron I have 95 quotes, for example.)
Also, I regularly post some of these quotes in my blog, so if you want to check out some of the quotes I like, you can find them here in my tag. As I said, thousands of them. But if I have to choose there are two that outstand between those.
Said by Acheron in Acheron. It is a really deep sentence, and true in all aspects. I feel identified with it because it was how I felt for a long period of time in the past.
Said by Acheron in Devil May Cry. I think it needs no explanation. The last two sentences are perfect and inspiring.
The one lesson Jo had learned was just how fast life changed. One minute you were walking along in a little cocoon of copasetic numbness. And the next… bam! Your world went skidding off the rails, leaving your heart in little bloody chunks on the sidewalk, that made you wonder how you’d ever be able to put it back together again.
Hatred is a bitter, damaging emotion. It winds itself through the blood, infecting its host and driving it forward without any reason. Its view is jaundiced and it skews even the clearest of eyesights.
Sacrifice is noble and tender. It’s the action of a host who values others above himself Sacrifice is bought through love and decency. It is truly heroic.
Vengeance is an act of violence. It allows those who have been wronged to take back some of what was lost to them. Unlike sacrifice, it gives back to the one who practices it.
Love is deceitful and sublime. In its truest form, it brings out the best in all beings. At its worst, it’s a tool used to manipulate and ruin anyone who is stupid enough to hold it.
Don’t be stupid.
Sacrifice is for the weak. Hatred corrupts. Love destroys. Vengeance is the gift of the strong.
Move forward, not with hatred, not with love.
Move forward with purpose.
Take back what was stolen. Make those who laughed at your pain pay. Not with hatred, but with calm, cold rationale.
Hatred is your enemy. Vengeance is your friend. Hold it close and let it loose.
May the gods have mercy on those who have wronged me because I will have no mercy for them
He lifted his head to pin her with an irritated smirk. “Is this my therapy session? Yes, Doctor Tavali, I have father issues. And mother issues. I didn’t bond with either parent during my formative years. Brace yourself. I had no positive role-models growing up, and therefore I react badly in most social situations. Tend to act out in extreme, self-destructive ways. In short, I’m an abrasive, unlovable asshole with antisocial tendencies. It’s all my fault that I ended up like this. I accept it fully. I don’t blame my parents for how I turned out. There’s no need. Since they weren’t there during my childhood, I don’t see how they’re responsible for my adulthood. I’m the one who raised me and I sucked at it. Never could keep a pet for long either. They always bonded to someone else and left me. Even my pet fish jumped from their bowls to commit suicide rather than suffer my boorish company.”