“For Levi, when the cards no longer ran in his favor, he cheated – simple as that. Luck was a mechanism to be devised, and luck and destiny were merely two sides of the same coin.”
"Enne didn't want a savior. She wanted a partner."
"If Enne was about to become a street lord, then she could make her own rules. The City of Sin would learn that a pistol painted pink was just as lethal."
"Vianca wanted righteousness. Levi wanted glory. And she, Enne realized, wanted revenge."
"Oaths, omertas, Chainers - there's a reason so many in the North Side favor such weapons. New Reynes killed the queen the very day she hoped to negotiate peace. The City of Sin was built on duplicity."
“Don’t let your fallen heroes stop you from wanting to become one.”
“Remember—don’t do anything sinful here. This is a holy place after all,” Narinder warned him. “Even the lords of the North Side can behave themselves in a church.”
“Can you?” Levi asked, turning around, his eyebrow raised. Narinder answered with his gaze fixed on Levi’s lips.
“I haven’t decided if I want to.”
“Maybe your soul didn't break like a bone. Maybe it broke like a promise.”
“She had crawled her way inside him and buried herself there, and that meant every one of her words could wound or cut. He didn't know how to force her out - and he didn't want to.”
“Love always carved the deepest wounds.”
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