“She needed to appreciate the art of violence, the beauty in fear, the fragility of her own life.” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“He wore a mask of elegance and indifference, his unusually handsome features taking on the appearance of a sculpture. But I had… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“Beautiful, sad, wounded, and lost,” he continued. “A freak, a work of art, a liar, and a lover.” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“I'm not a cop. I'm just a tattoo artist. I'm just a guy who used to be in love with a girl.… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“You can find art and beauty in everything, if you look hard enough. But your beauty is just staring you in the… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“You're a con artist. A liar. A thief. An unredeemable soul. You can't be reformed. You can't be saved. You'll die trying… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“Well, maybe you can make me dinner sometime,” he says to me, his voice taking on this silken quality that feels like stepping into… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“She needed to appreciate the art of violence, the beauty in fear, the fragility of her own life.” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“Mistaking obsession for love is one of the greatest mistakes you'll every make” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“I’m not…” He paused. “I’m here. I’m staying here, by your side. This is more than just two people shacking up together. This is… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“I told you. I'm always hard for you, I'm just good at hiding it. Which, actually, isn't easy when your dick is the size… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“He lied. I lied. Any love that starts out under a lie is bound to kill you. I just didn't want to die on… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“Perry,” he said quietly, his fingers trailing down the side of my face, “you’ll never have to save my life. You gave me life.… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“The way my imagination was running I’d be thinking I was possessed by everyone in hell.” — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
“This is the moment. We need to take it.” His breath at my ear and my own breathing seemed to match, to build. Heat… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
