“Sometimes, appearances are all we have. The mask we pull over our faces to hide the ugly sadness beneath.”
―
Angel Lawson,
Lords of Mercy
“We are whatever people see.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“I can see it crystal clear in his eyes that he’s washed his hands of the business of caring.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“When the blood bubbles up around the glass, dark and wet, everything seems very clear. This is how I free myself. Once and for all.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Wrath
“Rip. “Son of a motherfuck!” I screech. After that, she plucks my eyebrows, moisturizes my face, and then spends a long time combing the tangles from my hair, looking unbothered by the verbal abuse I hurl at her along the way. “How much do men pay for this?” I sneer, head snapping back forth with each pass of the comb. “Am I getting the sadistic whore premium?” ― Angel Lawson, Dukes of Ruin
“I know I’m right. Love makes you stronger. And they’re the weaker ones for not feeling it.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“Maybe they’re not used to being confronted with their past crimes. Maybe they expect their trash to stay gone once they’ve thrown it away.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain
“Was he born this selfish and insecure, or did something happen to make him this way? Are monsters born, or are they made?” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain
“I’m not a fickle little bitch like you. I keep my promises.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“No one hurts us more than we hurt ourselves.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“I don’t want to burn her down. I want to burn with her, high and bright.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“She’s the woman who took the brunt of my darkness at a time when I couldn’t find the light, and then she was the woman who forgave me for it.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“You think we’re psychopaths? Motherfucker, you haven’t seen shit.” Tristian gives him a cold grin. “It’s true. She uses metal utensils on Teflon pans. In forty years, we’ll all be full of cancer. Downright diabolical.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Wrath
“I know she doesn’t want to hear it—doesn’t want to believe it—but I know deep in the pit of my wandering soul, this woman is mine. Even if she never loves me back, I’m never letting her go.” ― Angel Lawson, Dukes of Ruin
“I feel lost for a moment, all of my men inside while I stand out here, waiting to be invited. I want to think that I’m necessary—part of what’s happening behind that door—but the hard truth is that I’m not. The Lords have been setting up these chess pieces long before I even thought to see the checkerboard beneath my feet.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“When I just stare at them, too taken aback to form a proper reaction, he says, “You like flowers.” It’s not a question. In fact, it sounds more like a heated accusation.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“You were always going to be mine,” he grunts, holding me painfully close as he punches his hips into mine. Beside us, something clatters to the floor, but neither of us pay it any attention. “I knew you were mine then, the same way I know you’re mine now.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“Killian and I were made for this. We were made to fuck. To be together.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“I can’t imagine myself playing music for her. I can’t imagine watching her from across the room, or tucking her against me while we sleep, or pulling her into a bath and rubbing the tension from her shoulders as we smoke a blunt. I can’t imagine fucking her and being overtaken by the urge to look into her eyes as I do it, worried that it’ll be too exposed, but unable to give a shit. I can’t imagine her ever being mine, and I can’t imagine ever being hers. Not like with Story.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“We are whatever people see.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“I can see it crystal clear in his eyes that he’s washed his hands of the business of caring.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“When the blood bubbles up around the glass, dark and wet, everything seems very clear. This is how I free myself. Once and for all.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Wrath
“Rip. “Son of a motherfuck!” I screech. After that, she plucks my eyebrows, moisturizes my face, and then spends a long time combing the tangles from my hair, looking unbothered by the verbal abuse I hurl at her along the way. “How much do men pay for this?” I sneer, head snapping back forth with each pass of the comb. “Am I getting the sadistic whore premium?” ― Angel Lawson, Dukes of Ruin
“I know I’m right. Love makes you stronger. And they’re the weaker ones for not feeling it.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“Maybe they’re not used to being confronted with their past crimes. Maybe they expect their trash to stay gone once they’ve thrown it away.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain
“Was he born this selfish and insecure, or did something happen to make him this way? Are monsters born, or are they made?” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Pain
“I’m not a fickle little bitch like you. I keep my promises.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“No one hurts us more than we hurt ourselves.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“I don’t want to burn her down. I want to burn with her, high and bright.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“She’s the woman who took the brunt of my darkness at a time when I couldn’t find the light, and then she was the woman who forgave me for it.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“You think we’re psychopaths? Motherfucker, you haven’t seen shit.” Tristian gives him a cold grin. “It’s true. She uses metal utensils on Teflon pans. In forty years, we’ll all be full of cancer. Downright diabolical.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Wrath
“I know she doesn’t want to hear it—doesn’t want to believe it—but I know deep in the pit of my wandering soul, this woman is mine. Even if she never loves me back, I’m never letting her go.” ― Angel Lawson, Dukes of Ruin
“I feel lost for a moment, all of my men inside while I stand out here, waiting to be invited. I want to think that I’m necessary—part of what’s happening behind that door—but the hard truth is that I’m not. The Lords have been setting up these chess pieces long before I even thought to see the checkerboard beneath my feet.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“When I just stare at them, too taken aback to form a proper reaction, he says, “You like flowers.” It’s not a question. In fact, it sounds more like a heated accusation.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“You were always going to be mine,” he grunts, holding me painfully close as he punches his hips into mine. Beside us, something clatters to the floor, but neither of us pay it any attention. “I knew you were mine then, the same way I know you’re mine now.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“Killian and I were made for this. We were made to fuck. To be together.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
“I can’t imagine myself playing music for her. I can’t imagine watching her from across the room, or tucking her against me while we sleep, or pulling her into a bath and rubbing the tension from her shoulders as we smoke a blunt. I can’t imagine fucking her and being overtaken by the urge to look into her eyes as I do it, worried that it’ll be too exposed, but unable to give a shit. I can’t imagine her ever being mine, and I can’t imagine ever being hers. Not like with Story.” ― Angel Lawson, Lords of Mercy
