Home > Work > Feast of Sparks (Thornchapel, #2)
1 " but there was only one thing more powerful in life than fear and that was the agony of wet denim. "
― Sierra Simone , Feast of Sparks (Thornchapel, #2)
2 " and seeing Auden was like touching one’s tongue to a battery—pleasantly unpleasant. A shock one couldn’t help but repeat over and over again, as if expecting each time to be different. "
3 " I’m nothing anymore, I’m not Proserpina, I’m not a librarian, I’m not a girl who loves summer and the smell of books, I’m not falling in love with two men, I’m not a bride or a saint or a goddess. I’m not a daughter. I’m simply . . . broken. "
4 " Shorter,” she gasps. “Grind me against you—oh fuck, that’s it. That’s it.” She practically climbs me as I obey her, using my grip on her arse to move her like she needs, rubbing her hard little bead against me with every stroke. She hoists herself higher to get the angle she wants, she squeezes those soft thighs against my hips as I fuck her through the rip in the middle of her tights, she wraps her arms ever tighter around my neck and bites my earlobe. And then I hear kissing. "
5 " I close my eyes, wishing there was some kind of nap you could take where you fell asleep and then your problems were all solved when you woke up. Murdered moms. The men you love hating each other. Getting fingered by a priest in the village church. "
6 " So my ancestors were only sometimes murdery,' Auden says, not sounding consoled.'I think everyone's ancestors were murdery if you go back far enough,' St. Sebastian says. "
7 " If I could rearrange the world for you, I would,” he says. “I’d rearrange everything. "
8 " But I can give you something else in its place, something you’ve chosen. And maybe I can’t carry your pain for you, but I can tuck you into my arms and keep you safe from everything else while you feel it. "
