S.T. Abby

Any demon is capable of cruelty, but only an angel is majestic enough to rain down vengeance for the innocent.—Marcus Evans

“He doesn’t love me like I love him,” I say hoarsely.
“I love him enough to burn the world to the ground in his name.”

It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.—Voltaire

“I’m saying, bad shit is in the world. But some of the monsters have morals, where others are pure evil."

A serial killer had to save me from a sheriff’s deputy. The world is officially upside down.

“Voltaire said, ‘Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.’"[...]

“You can’t go killing off every member of the FBI who would go against him,” Hadley immediately points out after studying my face.
I don’t see why not.
“Sure I can’t,” I say patronizingly.

She’s playing him too well. She’s playing a man who has played the world. And she’s winning.

“Who…are…you?” he asks through labored breaths.
Her smile deepens. “I’m the girl who takes on the darkest of men. Men who’ve done things dark and twisted to the weak. Men who preyed on the innocent. Men who thought they killed me when I was weak. Just like the women you’ve killed.”

Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
—William Shakespeare (The Tempest)

To defeat a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul.—Lana Myers

“Kill all the monsters,” she whispers. “That way they don’t hurt anyone else.”
Lindy’s breath catches, and I frown. I hope her influence outshines mine in the long run.
“I’ll kill them all so you never have to,” I whisper back, even though it’s highly unlikely that it’s the right thing to say.
“Good.”

He’s terrified for me right now because a merciless killer might be after me. The irony isn’t lost on me.

“You never mentioned you dated someone from your team,” I say calmly, like a total rational girl and not a cutting psycho.
“It was over a year ago, and completely unimportant.”
“She’s jealous.”
His eyes spark with humor.
“So are you. Glad to see I’m not the only one losing my mind in this relationship.”

The monster never gets the prince. It’s always the sweet and innocent princess who wins.

I never expected him to just show up without warning, and there’s an entire murder room upstairs just waiting to be discovered.

“Best. Greeting. Ever.”
I’m confused for a second, so I glance down my body to see that, yep; I’m not wearing pants. I rarely do when I’m at home.
I look back up and shrug, ignoring the way a twinge of heat spreads up my neck. I’m embarrassed? Really? I didn’t know I could be embarrassed until this moment.
“Can I come in before anyone sees you? I’d hate to have to show my jealous side so early on,” he deadpans, but he winks as I slowly step back, trying not to say or do anything stupid.

I never want to be anyone else’s victim.

Because Lana Myers has been in my head since the day I met her, and it’d be nice if someone noticed I was missing.

If he’d seen the evil I’ve seen, he’d understand why some people deserve to die.