Sacrificial Magic (Downside Ghosts, Book 4)

Funny how eyes wet with tears almost always looked innocent, how people were hardwired somehow to feel sympathy at the sight of them.

Thirsty for the pain and blood of others, for anything they could get, desperate to make themselves fat on their own superiority?

Giving a fuck what other people thought was a road straight to misery and pain; an obsession of the weak. To believe otherwise was to live in a fairy tale

Then she remembered she was dealing with people, and that people were capable of every sick fucking thing she’d ever experienced or imagined and a whole lot of other shit that even she hadn’t, and that feeling disappeared.

Sometimes, for just a second, it bothered her to be so suspicious of everyone.