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1 " Before you, nothing I ate had any taste.” His mouth almost grazed mine. “All I could smell was death. Nothing but killing made me feel anything. Then you walked into my life.” His hand slid under my jaw. “And I don’t see just gray. I feel, smell, taste, and want to fuck you in every color. "
― Stacey Marie Brown , Bad Lands (Savage Lands, #4)
2 " People considered “breaking” a sign of weakness. I disagreed. Bending meant you could be molded and shaped into something else. I may be full of dents, scars, and trauma, but whatever they did to me, they could not bend and form me into their idea. They turned me rigid. Titanium. I broke; I did not bend. I snapped; I did not bow. They did not twist and cast me into something different. My broken pieces could be forged together. Made stronger. "
3 " Warwick grabbed the gun with his free hand, flipping it and pointing it at Scorpion, ready to pull the trigger. “No!” I bellowed, shoving myself in front of Scorpion, the barrel of the gun hitting the middle of my chest. "