He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?" I do. Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.
Karen Marie MoningWhen I thought I'd killed him, I felt more alone than I've felt in a long time. Like I couldn't stand walking through this city knowing he wasn't in it. Like somehow, as long as he was out there somewhere, if I was ever really in trouble, I knew where I could go and while maybe he wouldn't do exactly what I wanted him to do, he'd keep me alive. He'd get me through whatever it was to live another day.
Karen Marie MoningNobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.
Karen Marie MoningWhat is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?
Karen Marie MoningDude. Post-apocalyptic world. Who does job applications anymore?โ โI do.โ I squint at it, then him. โWhat are you paying me?โ I angle. โDude. Post-apocalyptic world. Who does money anymore.โ I snicker. First sign of any sense of humor heโs shown. Then I remember where I am and why. I wad it up and throw it at him. It bounces off his chest.
Karen Marie Moning