"Ask me for anything else," he breathes, his fingers trailing a path that makes my knees weak. "Ask me to stay. Ask me to burn the world down for you. But don't ask me why I’m here."

"A man’s true nature isn't found in his prayers. It’s found in his knees, and how quickly they hit the dirt when the right hand pulls the strings."

"To the things that crawl in the deep strata, you are not a meal. You are a sun. They do not wish to eat you. They wish to steal your warmth to kindle their own cold kingdoms. They would peel the light from your soul and leave the rest to rot in the dark."