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“He reached for me, and fast as lightning, he boxed my ears. All I remember is the world exploding. Cassandra says she helped me back to our room, and there was blood coming from my left ear. My right ear mended in a day or two, but I could only hear a little out of the left one, and there was a beating pain deep down. Soon I took ill with fever. Mama said that had nothing to do with the ear, but I think it did."
Pandora paused, unwilling to relate any of the distasteful details of her ear suppurating and draining. She glanced cautiously at Gabriel, whose face was averted. He was no longer playing with her braid. His hand had clenched around it until the muscles of his forearms and wrist stood out.
"Even after I recovered from the fever," Pandora said, "the hearing didn't come back all the way. But the worst part was that I kept losing my balance, especially at night. It made me afraid of the dark. Ever since then-" She stopped as Gabriel lifted his head.
His face was hard and murderous, the hellfrost in his eyes frightening her more than her father's fury ever had.
"That bloody son of a bitch," he said softly. "If he were still alive, I'd beat him with a thresher's flail."
Pandora reached out with a fluttering motion, patting the air near him. "No," she said breathlessly, "no, I wouldn't want that. I hated him for a long time, but now I feel sorry for him."
Gabriel caught her hand in midair, swift but gentle, as if it were a bird he wanted to hold without injuring. His eyes had dilated until she could see reflections of herself in the dark centers. "Why?" he whispered after a long moment.
"Because hurting me was the only way to hide his own pain.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“[...] I hated god. [...] I hated my father most of all, a hate that never left but changed forms. My life had been ruined by men.”
― Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water

“Has he taken your virtue?" he barked.
Aline looked directly into the obsidian surface of his eyes. "No."
She saw that he didn't believe her. The bruising grip on her face tightened. "And if I summon a physician to examine you, he will confirm that?"
Aline did not blink, only stared back at him, silently daring him. "Yes." The words came out like a hiss. "But had it been left to me, my virginity would be long gone. I offered it freely to McKenna- I only wish that he had accepted it.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Again the Magic

“Erina, as she is now, is completely incapable of creating true gourmet.
Given how well I know her, I can say that with certainty."
"Oh? I wouldn't be so sure about that. I'd like to think I've changed, Father. The dishes I create now will not be what I once made.
My apologies, but your "precious daughter" has become a runaway and a delinquent. The good little girl you once knew...
... no longer exists.”
― Yuto Tsukuda, ʳꪤΥ½©`¥Þ 29 [Shokugeki no Souma 29]

“Keep in mind-wounds created from father issues are driven deep into human souls”
― Kelly Fitzgerald Fowler, Over My Dead Body: A Supernatural Novel - A Historical Biblical Fiction Mystery Thriller

“It was hard to hate him then, to treat him cruelly.It would have been like kicking a puppy; it would have made me the troll he'd always led me to believe I was.”
― Sara Baume, Spill Simmer Falter Wither

“I used to wish I'd been born a boy. I thought he might have taken an interest in me then. Or perhaps if I were prettier or cleverer."
Devon cupped the side of her face, compelling her to look at him. "You're already too pretty and clever by half, darling. And it wouldn't have mattered if you were a boy. That was never the problem. Your parents were a pair of selfish lackwits." His thumb caressed her cheek. "And whatever flaws you might have, being unlovable is not one of them."
During that last extraordinary sentence, the quiet volume of his voice fell to a near whisper.
She stared at him, transfixed.
He hadn't meant to say it, she thought. He undoubtedly regretted it.
But their shared gaze remained unbroken. Looking into his dark blue eyes was like drowning, sinking into unfathomable depths from which she might never resurface.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Cold-Hearted Rake

“Leo turns to him, eyes bright with anticipation and a kind of hunger. "How's your mother?" he asks. "Is she happy now? After dragging us out here in the middle of the night, just to get a little attention?"
Dagou struggles against the light-headedness of sudden fury. "Shut up," he manages. "You have no right---"
Leo sniggers. "Look at you. Tears in your eyes!"
"You're the one who put her here!" His voice shakes. "You couldn't help tracking your shit into her temple! Even there, you had to torment her!"
"Mama's boy!" Leo sneers, his face grotesque and knowing.
Something shatters in Dagou's mind. He lunges at his father, fingers reaching for his windpipe. "You deserve to die! I hate you. I'm going to kill you!"
Leo is pushing back. He's a strong old man, but Dagou has not been working out for nothing. Dagou brings his father closer, tightens his grip on Leo's throat. A woman is shouting, giving orders, but Dagou can't listen. He feels his father's pulse: hot, human. Leo's eyes bulge.”
― Lan Samantha Chang, The Family Chao

“I smiled, knowing all too-well, that my father was finally starting to realize that we were no longer in his control, and his reign as our puppet master was long over.”
― Emily Grace, River Of Sorrows