"I sat in Elowen’s shirt and thought about killing the Devil. My desire an open, sugar-rotted wound."
Gloriously bloody, sticky, syrupy and sour—IN THE END, YOU KILL US BOTH sinks its teeth into the smoldering lesbian romance and gutsy homecoming of revenge—at what cost? With gut wrenching prose, exquisite imagery, and disgustingly delicious detail, V. Ivan has written the messy queer horror novel of my dreams…. and nightmares.
This book was written for the people who love when gore is described as sensually and as beautiful as the webbing of spider’s silk, people who fall in love with fictional characters and the horrible things they do, people who feel homesick even though they’d rather die than go home, and people who gnaw on revenge like an old bone, praying that finally, one day, it’ll just snap between their teeth.
We begin splat in the guts of Olympia, following young, reckless, dry wit Leo daydreaming about killing the Devil that haunts her past as she struggles to adapt into her new enviroment after living in a psychiatric unit for the past year and a half. Immediately, she is sucked into a new world of all sorts of peculiar characters: hilarious, sassy yet motherly Georgia who blazes a fire under Leo's ass by throwing a party in celebration of her release. Enter a crowd of people Leo wants nothing to do with, including too many pompous, flirty man-boys who don't know a boundary from a smear of roadkill on the ground, though she is much more interested in the mysterious Wolf lurking around the corner, always watching, sharp canines hidden behind their scarred lips.
I’ve never fallen in love with two characters so fast. The romance that erupts between Leo and Elowen is the festering of blood and water, a simmering friendship that creeps into deeper waters of the unknown, entangled between the lines of love and horror, fear and intimacy, predator and prey. From smoke breaks with Mary Jane behind the bowling alley and the bloodied nightmares threatening her waking sanity, twisty roadtrips in the middle of nowhere and rich, older women buying them drinks at the bar, IN THE END, YOU KILL US BOTH takes you on a thrilling, vicious adventure that breaks your heart a dozen times and still leaves you standing in a puddle of your own…. well.
Ivan makes you feel recognized. Makes you feel seen, recognized, understood. To know what it feels like to love the beast that screams fear, the vegetarian that craves meat, the badger that swallows the snake. If you're anything like me, I spent half of my reading highlighting or underlining my favorites lines. Would there have been pearls around my neck, they would have been clutched to death, popped apart and skittering across the floor along with the several smashed pieces of my heart. The mortifying ordeal of being known, and beyond.
If you are looking for hair-raising tension, an incinerating slow burn, the beautifully groteqsue, anti-redemption arcs, girls getting revenge, queer identies and anger, embracing the monster within, mouthwatering or bloodcurdling descriptions of scenery, and details that submerge you into same world as these characters, then this is the book for you. You FREAK. Leo and Elowen have found a permanent home in the cobwebbed furrow of my heart, and I hope they do for you, too.