The Emperor

The men in the Dark Verse universe, they are built differently. They are an entirely different species altogether. They are neither black nor white, they are different shades of grey. And they are so dishy, dammit!

And the women. The women are my favourites so far. Out of so many books I've read, they are definitely my top favourite. They're so fucking smart, brave, resilient, and so many other things. They're not the whiny type, which most female characters tend to be. They think fast and they certainly do not dwell in uncertainties. They have a mind of their own and they are fucking sharp. And lethal. And strong.

Amara, especially, is the very definition of strong. Of resilience. Traumatised at the very early age of 15, she fought the darkness that tried to consume her whole. She doesn't give in easily and she certainly did not let her past stop her from being whatever she wants to be. She is the perfect fit to Dante Maroni. She is the befitting queen to her king. She is the beat to his heart. She is the empress to her emperor.

“You're not going to walk through life, Amara.”“You'll dance through it. And I'll fucking remove anyone who tries to break your rhythm. I promise you.” — Dante Maroni.

Different breed, I tell you.