The Chrysophilist Trilogy Series by Aveline Knight

The wealthy are crumbling.One by one their names stain the Seattle Daily Newspaper. The ink smudges their reputation, spotlighting their depravity to the world. Monsters dressed in designer clothes. No amount of money can hide their rotting flesh paired with a corrupt soul.The wealthy are dying.But power doesn't wait, and in a city hungry for it, one second of mourning is a new blade to the throat.I live among them. The “orphan girl” blessed to taste their life. To play their games... moreThe wealthy are crumbling.One by one their names stain the Seattle Daily Newspaper. The ink smudges their reputation, spotlighting their depravity to the world. Monsters dressed in designer clothes. No amount of money can hide their rotting flesh paired with a corrupt soul.The wealthy are dying.But power doesn't wait, and in a city hungry for it, one second of mourning is a new blade to the throat.I live among them. The “orphan girl” blessed to taste their life. To play their games. To have their men . . .Until Julian Harrow, the son of the leading family of the Inferno Consortium and the brother of my ex-boyfriend, decides to rekindle his interest in me.I've known him my whole life, and that's how I know having his blue eyes follow my every move is a bad sign.He’s ignored me for years. Now I’m all he sees.But when another empire falls to its demise, will he see me?Or the killer in disguise? less

The wealthy are crumbling.One by one their names stain the Seattle Daily Newspaper. The ink smudges their reputation, spotlighting their depravity to the world. Monsters dressed in designer clothes. No amount of money can hide their rotting flesh paired with a corrupt soul.The wealthy are dying.But power doesn't wait, and in a city hungry for it, one second of mourning is a new blade to the throat.I live among them. The “orphan girl” blessed to taste their life. To play their games... moreThe wealthy are crumbling.One by one their names stain the Seattle Daily Newspaper. The ink smudges their reputation, spotlighting their depravity to the world. Monsters dressed in designer clothes. No amount of money can hide their rotting flesh paired with a corrupt soul.The wealthy are dying.But power doesn't wait, and in a city hungry for it, one second of mourning is a new blade to the throat.I live among them. The “orphan girl” blessed to taste their life. To play their games. To have their men . . .Until Julian Harrow, the son of the leading family of the Inferno Consortium and the brother of my ex-boyfriend, decides to rekindle his interest in me.I've known him my whole life, and that's how I know having his blue eyes follow my every move is a bad sign.He’s ignored me for years. Now I’m all he sees.But when another empire falls to its demise, will he see me?Or the killer in disguise? less

There are many things I never thought I’d find myself behind; the barrel of a gun is one of them.I feel the tingle, the rush, as it slithers down my skin. I feel the cold.
Too many deaths—one of them will be the death of me.Julian is determined to make me pay for someone else’s sins. And I’m struggling not to succumb to his mercy, not to fall to my knees and beg.But as my legs give in, as my muscles strain and my voice weakens, I keep the handle of my knife tight in my grip... moreThere are many things I never thought I’d find myself behind; the barrel of a gun is one of them.I feel the tingle, the rush, as it slithers down my skin. I feel the cold.
Too many deaths—one of them will be the death of me.Julian is determined to make me pay for someone else’s sins. And I’m struggling not to succumb to his mercy, not to fall to my knees and beg.But as my legs give in, as my muscles strain and my voice weakens, I keep the handle of my knife tight in my grip. My mother’s suffering collides with mine as I use my last breath to take away the ones who stole hers.I keep fighting. I keep killing. I keep hoping.Even when ghosts are the only company I have left.Even when he’s the last thing I see. less