That's something different. I think it's more of a 3-star book but I just have to honor that it's different. Even though it has a few flaws, it managed to creep into my head so much that it was in my dreams last night and gave me a restless night as I just kept on spinning the story.
A really interesting story in an interesting writing style. Me likes.
Unfortunately:
There is no world building to it.
People just have magic? All humans? And for what, if not just for tattoos? It's a bit frustrating when you knew so little.
You have to be really, really persistent and patient before you understand what happened and what magic tattoos are. If you want to give it a chance, you have to read until the 25% mark, otherwise it will just be annoying.
The relationship that develops between Link and Ash and the trauma they both experienced was heartbreaking and also really well portrayed. There is very little dialog, but very amusing texting. You have to be able to cope well with inner monologues, although I've had worse.
The tattoos, deliciously delicious. I think this book is a must for anyone who likes tattoos.
Sex-wise, the book is rather underequipped, but it's not really lacking. The sizzle and the tiny bit of sex there is are well done and fill the story perfectly, too much focus on sex wouldn't have worked anyway.
Wings. Big, beautiful, feathery wings that would stretch wide and glow, a true extension of himself and how hard he’s worked to earn them. They would be a metaphor for everything Ashton thought he’d never do, never accomplish, but was doing all the same. For his mother, who told him that he’d never amount to anything, that art—any art—wasn’t sustainable, wasn’t a “real” course of study or basis for a career. That magic was a waste of time and energy. For his father, who disappeared into the night without bothering to say anything to Ashton at all. For himself and his own insecurities, for the ways he let the world convince him that he wasn’t good enough but still somehow managed to prove himself wrong.
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