Heart of Venom

I want to stay with you,” Owen said, his words almost a snarl. “I want to fight with you and be by your side to the end—no matter what that is.

I did it,” the guy finally said. “I did it! I killed the Spider! Woo-hoo!” Okay, I thought the woo-hoo at the end was a little much, but I let the giant enjoy his moment of victory. It was going to be the last thing he ever enjoyed.

There’s no need for thanks. Family takes care of family. Simple as that.

Hard to think about chasing after someone when your own femur was sticking up out of your skin like a lollipop gushing blood

Who the hell are you?” Hazel asked. I grinned. “Your worst fucking nightmare.

...but if there was one thing that all my years as the Spider, all the battles, all the brushes with my own death, had taught me, then it was THIS. That THIS was what was important. This moment right now and all the ones that we are lucky enough to have after it. Today, tomorrow, hell, maybe even forever.

Men. And they think that we’re the weaker sex. At least we don’t whine about every little thing, now, do we?

Phillip cleared his throat and got to his feet. “I need some fresh air. All this postbattle rah-rah-we-lived sentimentality is a bit cloying.

Don’t give me your knives. Don’t give up. Don’t you dare give up.

Harley Grimes might be a bad, bad guy, but I happen to be a bad, bad bitch.

Family takes care of family. Simple as that.