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544 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 2, 2025
⋆𐙚₊˚⊹“My home is your home. My arms are a haven for you to rest. My last name is yours if you desire it. I will love you to my grave, and even beyond it.”⋆𐙚₊˚⊹
╰┈➤ minor spoilers might be mentioned in this review
𓍯𓂃“Love amongst immortals is a weakness.”𓂃 𓈒𓏸
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚characters:
𓍯𓂃“She was not mine by spoken vow but something deeper. Something that felt older, stronger, darker, like a language that had been sung centuries ago but had now been forgotten. Something that simmered in the blood, calling to me, calling to her.”𓂃 𓈒𓏸
𓍯𓂃“If it takes you,” I said, “then let it also take me. Don’t leave me behind like this, Red.”𓂃 𓈒𓏸
𓍯𓂃"He was holding on to me like he was an anchor in a storm. A weight to keep me grounded. He held me because he feared I was about to be carried away. And should I be, he was so entwined with me that the beast would have to take us together.”𓂃 𓈒𓏸
𓍯𓂃 “I would wait a thousand years for you,” Vincent said. “If you asked me, I would wait for you until only my bones remained upon an altar. But if you must leave again, then let me follow you, Red.”𓂃 𓈒𓏸
𓍯𓂃”I watched him gaze down at Adria. I had never seen such a delicate expression on his angular, ugly face before. As if he was made of feathers, thistledown, sun-warmed sand. Soft. “Don’t,” Adria said, her voice frayed and weak. “Don’t give . . . those up for . . . me.” She closed her eyes again as he caressed her hair”𓂃 𓈒𓏸
𓍯𓂃“I was the daughter he would never have. The child he had secretly wanted.”𓂃 𓈒𓏸
𓍯𓂃”I walked to him, and he surprised me yet again when he opened his arms and drew me into them, embracing me tightly. I laid my ear upon his chest, where I could hear the steady thrum of his heart—his fault line, the weak point in his armor—and I closed my eyes.”𓂃 𓈒𓏸
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──★some of my favorite quotes and scenes★──

“For anyone who has ever had to let go of someone they love”
“stay. stay with me a little longer.” “how long?” “however long you can give me, red.”
“if you asked me, i would wait for you until only my bones remained on upon the altar.”
“my life feels as the dew when i compare it to your ocean, but if you will have me, this is what i offer you. my home is your home. my arms are a haven for you to rest. my last name is yours if you desire it. i will love you to my grave, and even beyond it.”
“i did not give myself time to second guess or doubt. i let my body lead, not my mind. my hands framed her face and i kissed her on the mouth.”
“as with all divines, she was beautiful in a way that robbed breath and stole into dreams. i had always thought such of her, even when we were children.”
“you hold on to her. but who could hold on to the wind? and better yet—who would be so foolish as to trust—to love—such a wild being?”
“but i think you know that the soul can be found in words, and words within the soul. the two reflect each other in the sky, do they not?”
“but in my heart, she had always been the wind, never staying in one place for too long...but there were moments when i knew i could not follow her.”
“matilda stood close to me, moonlight and solemn. i could see the stars shining in her hair, like the constellations had drifted from the heavens to crown her.”
⁀ ⊹ ₊ This is the beginning of the end, I thought. If heartless gods can be made soft by such love, we are all doomed.
⁀ ⊹ ₊ But I think you know that the soul can be found in words, and words within the soul. The two reflect each other in the sky, do they not?
⁀ ⊹ ₊ The secrets, the pain, the shadows, the words. The pieces of me that I was afraid to bare to any save for him. I wanted to set those fragments in his hands. The myth of who I had been, of who I could still become, my life woven with his.
⁀ ⊹ ₊ My home is your home. My arms are a haven for you to rest. My last name is yours if you desire it. I will love you to my grave, and even beyond it, when the mists welcome me, when I am hopefully very old and gray and grouchy and have spent the seasons beside you when you are here and dreaming of you when you are gone.
I love you dearly, Red.
Come home to me. Return to me, when you can. I will be watching the skies and the river until then.
⁀ ⊹ ₊ Time did not favor such quiet stories. Once, I had feared this, until I realized my story was not one to be devoured by strangers. No, this was for him and for me. And if we wanted to tell it, we would tell it in our own way.
⁀ ⊹ ₊ It made me feel as if there was some justice in this world—that cruel gods and men were not rewarded by paradise when their end came—that was a comfort to me.