K.J. Sutton

“Noted. Now what do you want?” I asked again, somehow knowing that this time, I would get an answer.

“You.”

“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.”

“Sometimes it’s not about being stronger. It’s about being smarter,”

“They don’t come along often. Those people who truly know you, who’ve seen the beautiful parts of you and the ugly ones, too, and stay anyway. Sometimes it’s a romantic partner, like… like Viessa. Maybe it’s a friend. But usually they come in the form of family. A parent, an aunt, a grandfather.”

“A brother.”

“Nothing ends, Fortuna Sworn,” he responded airily. He kept his gaze on the humans making their harried arrangements. “There are only continuations and beginnings.”

“I will always come for you,”

“Thank you, Laurie. For coming for me.”

can see your face, my queen, because there are some people in the world who perceive authenticity as true beauty,”

Sometimes it’s not about being stronger. It’s about being smarter

When you are in a room with a murderer, there are only two kinds of people. One is the killer. The other is the murdered. Which one would you rather be, at any given time?