Nobody gets to stay the same.

“But the teacher had been right about one thing: violence breeds. Someone pulls a trigger, sets off a bomb, drives a bus full of tourists off a bridge, and what’s left in the wake isn’t just she’ll casings, wreckage, bodies. There’s something else. Something bad. An aftermath. A recoil. A reaction to all that anger and pain and death.”   ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ   ― V.E. Schwab, This Savage Song  

-August Flynn: This Savage Song, Victoria Schwab

“There was a strange place, between knowing and not knowing. A place where things could live in the back of your head without weighing down your heart.” ― Victoria Schwab, Our Dark Duet.

She cracked a smile. “So what’s your poison?” He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. “Life.” “Ah,” she said ruefully. “That’ll kill you.” 

My new dramatic soul eating son, August Flynn.

(Characters belong to Victoria Schwab)

books read in 2018: this savage song, by victoria schwab monsters, monsters, big and small, they’re gonna come and eat you all!

“monsters, monsters, big and small, they’re going to come and eat you all”

“It was a cruel trick of the universe, thought August, that he only felt human after doing something monstrous.”

“he didn’t want it- didn’t want anything except to give it back, to hold her together the way she’d held him. but he couldn’t. he didn’t know how. he closed his eyes as the light of kate’s soul flowed through him, strong and bright […] the room was dark and quiet, and she was gone.”

Just a recolor of my old Monsters of verity piece. Felt like revisiting this piece when I saw https://twitter.com/olderbrother21/status/1020699327067549701 mood/inspiration boards 

“Good and bad were weak words. Monsters didn’t care about intentions or ideals. The facts were simple. The South was chaos. The North was order. It was an order bought and paid for with blood and fear, but order all the same.”

“It was a cruel trick of the universe, thought August, that he only felt human after doing something monstrous.”

“does a predator hate its prey?” he asked, dabbing a stray drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. “or is it simply hungry?”

“You wanted to feel alive, right? It doesn’t matter if you’re monster or human. Living hurts.”