warhawke > Books: action-thriller‎ (119)

Regret is like an anchor that wraps around the heart and weighs it down, keeping it from sailing free. I certainly understand that feeling.

I cry out, not because of the pain, but because of how easily he fulfills that need in me. How quickly the dueling demons in my soul settle when he takes everything over.

The forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest.

She’s one of those rare finds that you stumble upon, covered in dirt and grime that, when you scrub away the tarnish, is actually a stunning piece of art.

This hell is mine. However long it lasts, it’s what I deserve.

"Truth is, Dylan, I’m not the kind of man to leave scars on your body, but don’t be foolish to think I won’t leave them inside your head.”

She’s one of those rare finds that you stumble upon, covered in dirt and grime that, when you scrub away the tarnish, is actually a stunning piece of art.

This hell is mine. However long it lasts, it’s what I deserve.

"Truth is, Dylan, I’m not the kind of man to leave scars on your body, but don’t be foolish to think I won’t leave them inside your head.”

He’s not my savior. He’s an angel with black wings. A dealer of death. My ruin.

A woman like that is dangerous for a man like me, but letting her go is no longer an option.

We’re fucked up— two wrongs that somehow make a right.

He’s not my savior. He’s an angel with black wings. A dealer of death. My ruin.

A woman like that is dangerous for a man like me, but letting her go is no longer an option.

We’re fucked up— two wrongs that somehow make a right.

He may not be a hero in the traditional sense, but in my world, where violence is life and suffering is survival, Ripley is a brutal contender against the iniquity I’ve come to know. And that makes him a good man, in my eyes.

I do know how it ends, but pain is like a magnet. Once you’ve felt it, you see it in others and it draws you in. When you’re around someone else’s pain, it doesn’t hurt so much.

There are times I feel I’ve touched his soul, only to find I’ve not even breached his skin.

“Sometimes our minds are worse than the hell that surrounds us.”

He may not be a hero in the traditional sense, but in my world, where violence is life and suffering is survival, Ripley is a brutal contender against the iniquity I’ve come to know. And that makes him a good man, in my eyes.

I do know how it ends, but pain is like a magnet. Once you’ve felt it, you see it in others and it draws you in. When you’re around someone else’s pain, it doesn’t hurt so much.

There are times I feel I’ve touched his soul, only to find I’ve not even breached his skin.

“Sometimes our minds are worse than the hell that surrounds us.”

“I’ll not lie to you. This is, perhaps, the most foolish thing we could possibly conjure.”

More thumping against the door startles my muscles, and I look up through a small square window in the panel, to see those faceless creatures tipping their heads back, as if trying to smell us through the steel.

I am not real. I am a doll, a puppet dancing ferociously from the pull of its strings. I am an empty space contained within the shape of a woman, sealed up with an ever-present smile.

I was a blooming flower, or maybe a snake shedding its skin. Changed.

It’s not enough. I want it harder, I want it faster, I want him to ruin me.

I used to do a better job of selling my act, my fake enthusiasm. Married life. Mom life. Friendships-falling-apart life. They’d worn me down. The act felt like too much work.

“But you … you make me want to stay.”

It’s not just the Everglades that are dangerous, it’s the tongues of those who dwell here— those tiny members that deliver pain even I can feel.

“You become increasingly comfortable with madness - and not just the madness of others, but your own. We’re all crazy, I believe, just in different ways.”

"And I won’t stop looking until I find the truth, wherever it takes me.”

Predators do that, Lindsay thought. They find the weak—even when the weak seem as though they aren’t weak at all—and they have an innate sense for whom to peel off from the rest of the herd.

Perhaps it was too much to ask after what she’d done, but she just wanted her husband to love her…to want to be with her.

Once upon a time, I’d have been there to save him, but things between us have irrevocably changed, and we’re hurtling down a path we can never come back from.