MAGIC / ABOMINATION

" When I first met him... he was the most gallant of lovers. He knew so many things. He delighted in sharing his knowledge. He had a castle full of treasures, and he took such pleasure in showing them, giving them to me. He was so gentle, and his skin felt like white silk against my skin. And I gave what I could give to one such as he. When we made love, it was like a flame: I felt utterly engulfed, utterly loved. Treasured. I have been with many poets, many dreamers... but his love alone was ice and fire. His eyes were stars. "

It turns out they taste like ambition and ancient fire desperation and self-destruction determination and dark matter and the mind-numbing fear of being left alone again. "

" The darkling's face was different - the sharp bones were there, the pale smooth skin, the glimmering gray eyes, but its shape was slightly altered, the scars given to him by the volcra gone. His long black hair almost brushed his collarbones. His voice, though - that cool glass voice of command - was the same. "

Not a boy, I reminded myself, a MONSTER who has lived hundreds of years and taken hundreds of lives. ”

“ DIVINITY will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate. It will swallow you whole and spit you out, wine-dark and wanting. You will reach for it, AGAIN AND AGAIN, greedy fingers clutching at everything you can reach. The divine will curl its way through your veins and take you over, and it will not leave you quietly. I feel divinity in my bones like aching; LIKE FIRE. ”

My dear, you're not so innocent. You're fooling Heaven's gates, so you won't have to change. You're NO SAINT, you're NO SAVIOR. ”