Possessing a destructive curse and the ability to see the future, Vishous finds fate playing a cruel trick on him when he meets Jane Whitcomb, a human doctor who introduces him to true pleasure but who can never be a part of his future.
In the shadows of the night in Caldwell, New York, there’s a deadly war raging between vampires and their slayers. And there exists a secret band of brothers like no other—six vampire warriors, defenders of their race. Now, the cold heart of a cunning predator will be warmed against its... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“No offense, but these are wicked Village People.”Butch
“Then I suggest you hold your breath. Won't affect me in the slightest, but at least the suffocation will help pass the time for you."”Jane to Vishous
“Butch, you and I just beat the crap out of each other.”Vishous
“Why couldn't it be me?You're my brother, if I can fix what's wrong, why wouldn't I?”Phury
“When I want you to beg, I'll tell you.”Vishous to Jane
“Manello:''I came to see if you were dead.''_____________Jane: ''Jesus, Manello, don't be such a romantic.''_____________M: ''You look like shit.''______________J: ''And now with the compliments. Stop. You're making me blush.''”Manello (Jane's boss) and Jane
“Love was worth sacrificing for... Even if it wasn't yours”Phury
“Butch knew what was doing. Hell, they were best friends, and the guy could read V better than anyone could. And Marissa knew it because she wasn't stupid. And the Brotherhood knew it because those old-maid fool idiots never let you keep secrets. They were all cool with it. He wasn't. He couldn't stand the emotions. Or himself.”Vishous
“He really had to get out of here. For a while he'd tried to get them to move out, but Marissa maintained that the Pit was "cozy" and that she liked living in it. Which had to be a lie. Half the living room was eaten up by the foosball table, ESPN was on mute twenty-four/seven, and hard-core rap was always playing. The refrigerator was a demilitarized zone marked with decaying casualties from Taco Hell and Arby's. Grey Goose and Lagavulin were the only drinks in the house. Reading material was limited to Sports Illustrated and… well, back issues of Sports Illustrated.”Vishous
“Right now you're throwing off an aura like your ass is plugged into the wall. So I strongly encourage you to drop the I-am-an-island bullshit and get your sorry excuse for a personality into Rehv's office before we have a situation. Dig?”Butch to Vishous
“I'm not gay, though." "No, really? That's such a shocker. I was sure all that I'm-a-good-Irish-Catholic-boy-from-Southie shit was a front.”Butch & Vishous
“He put his bare hand to her cheek and felt the softness and warmth of her face. He knew that when he pulled out of here, he was leaving his stupid fucking heart with her. Sure, something would beat behind his ribs and keep his blood moving around, but it would just be a mechanical function from now on. Oh, wait. It had been like that before. She'd just given the thing flesh and life for a short time. He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head. Holy hell, he was never again going to smell chocolate and not think of her, not pine for her.”Vishous
“Like I said, my man, it's whatever. You and me? Same as always, no matter who you screw. Although… if you're into sheep, that would be tough. Don't know if I could handle that.”Butch to Vishous
“Do NOT feel safe with him. The Stockholm Syndrome is not your friend.”Jane
“Hello, boys—" Marissa stopped and stared at Butch. "Good… Lord… look at those pants." Butch winced. "Yeah, I know. They're—" "Could you come over here?" She started backing down the hall to their bedroom. "I need you to come back here for a minute. Or ten”Marissa to Butch (with Vishous in the room)
“She'd rely on destiny, no matter how much it hurt in the short run. Because love in its many forms always endured. It was the infinite. The eternal. That which sustained.”Jane
Letting go meant you accepted what couldn’t be changed. You didn’t try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune…nor did you battle against the superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will…nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.Highlighted by 160 Kindle customers
“A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.”Highlighted by 156 Kindle customers
If you eliminate all possible explanations, then the impossible is the answer.Highlighted by 146 Kindle customers
Because love in its many forms always endured. It was the infinite. The eternal. That which sustained.Highlighted by 137 Kindle customers
No bargaining. No trying to control. You gave up and saw that the one you loved was in fact not your future, and there was nothing you could do about it.Highlighted by 117 Kindle customers
Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn’t yours.Highlighted by 115 Kindle customers
“Here’s the thing, though. I believe there’s a hand that guides us. It just isn’t always a gentle one. Or one that seems fair at the time. But I dunno, I try to trust in it now. When I freak, I just try to…shit, I guess trust in it. Because at the end of the day, what else can you do? Choice only gets you so far. Reasoning and planning, too. The rest…it’s up to someone else. Where we end up, who we know, what happens to the people we love…we don’t have a lot of control over any of it.”Highlighted by 105 Kindle customers
“I love you. And I’m going to keep loving you even after you don’t know I exist.”Highlighted by 104 Kindle customers
Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And in his limited experience, both endings were equally painful.Highlighted by 99 Kindle customers
This was real-life cocoa. The kind you gave someone you loved because you couldn’t think of anything else to do and both of you were a mess. It was the kind you stirred while your gut was knotted and your mouth was dry and you were thinking seriously of crying, but you were too much of a male for that kind of display.Highlighted by 87 Kindle customers
Prologue
Chapter 1 - 54
Epilogue
Preceded by Lover Revealed, and followed by Lover Enshrined.
Preceded by Lover Revealed, and followed by Lover Enshrined.
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