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372 pages, Hardcover
First published October 27, 2020
"In the end, the monster we feared didn’t come from Hell. He came from privilege."
"One will crave your blood. One will capture your heart. One will steal your soul. And one will take your life."
"Grief carved me in half. And fury honed the pieces into a weapon."
"Man had a funny way of blaming the devil for things he didn’t like."
"One day you'll call me Death.
For now, Wrath will do."
“There are victors and victims. Decide who you want to be. Or the choice will be made for you, witch. And I doubt you’ll like it.”
I threw my head back and groaned. “It’s a game of scopa, not a battle between life and death. Are you always this dramatic?”
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“Never forget: forging a bond made from love is as dangerous as those made though hate.”
"Love is the most powerful magic. Above all else, remember that. It will always guide you where you need to go."
“Magic is a living, breathing entity; it thrives on the energy you give it. Like all forces of nature, it is neither good nor bad—it simply becomes based on the user’s intent. Feed it love and it blossoms and grows. Nourish it with hate and it will deliver hate back to you tenfold.”
“I crave power more than money, or blood, or lust. And there’s no greater power than choice. I’d lie for it. Steal, cheat, maim, and murder. If I could, I’d sell my soul again for it, witch.”
“What, exactly, should I call you? Your highness? Oh, Feared and Mighty Seven? General Commander of Hell? Or Prince Wrath?”
A muscle in his jaw strained as he held my gaze. “One day you’ll call me Death. For now, Wrath will do.”
“Does the sight of my bare skin get under yours? Did you have sinful thoughts about me last night?” He gave me a lazy grin. “That’s usually my brother’s specialty, but fear not, we’ve all got bedroom talents.”
“Pig.”
“Care to roll around the dirt with me?”
Anger poured off me. “You wish.”
“I don’t.” I swore the temperature dropped to match the iciness of his tone.