Onyx Storm

“I live by you. When have I ever given a fuck about the Codex or the Code of Conduct? I am yours and you are mine, and there’s no law or rule in this world or the next that will change that.”

“Just you and me today, honeybear. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

“I can fuck you as many times as we want, as many times as you can take, and I can’t lose control.”

“Seriously, figure your shit out kids. We’re in the middle of a war.”

“Shh, it’s more fun when she blows shit up.”

“But ‘girlfriend’ is missing the permanent tone.”

“And it’s always the same fight. I’ll trust you if you stop keeping secrets! It’s my secretive nature that attracted you, and why can’t you just stay out of harm’s way for five fucking minutes.”

“I could reach the rank of Maven, lead armies of dark wielders against everyone we care for, and watch every vein in my body turn red as I channeled all power in the Continent, and I would still love you. What I did doesn’t change that. I’m not sure anything can.”

“You might be angry when you realize I didn’t wake you to say goodbye. But it’s only because I no longer fully trust my ability to walk away.”

“You’re Xaden Riorson. Shadow wielder. Duke of Tyrrendor. Love of my life. You have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Let’s get three things straight, Your Highness. First, I have remarkable hearing thanks to the shadows at your very feet. Second, I don’t control Violet. Never have. Never will. But third, and most importantly–She really, honestly hasn’t thought about you. At least not since the second she set eyes on me.”

“I like our odds. The last time a shadow and lightning welder fought side by side, they managed to drive the venin back to the Barrens for a few hundred years. We’ll figure out how to do it again.”

“Good thing I fuck like a third.”

“Well-the-fuck-aware.”

“There’s no magic here. No power. No lure. No taunting reminder that I can everyone if I just reach for it and take what’s offered. It’s only…peace.”

“You have to accept what I already have. The man you love no longer fully belongs to himself.”

“Lifetime. Anything less is unacceptable. And her full name for the papers is Violet Sorrengail. Two Rs.”

“Telling me you’re capable of horrible things while still loving me is pretty much your idea of foreplay.”