4.5⭐️
Andrea is not afraid to put her characters through the wringer 😅
This was such a fun and unique world.
Three POVs throughout the book
Grumpy warrior FMC
Sunshine stabby MC
Forbidden music
Forced proximity
Slow burn enemies to lovers
Jael is part of a tribe of people who are ruthless. She is different and not from the tribe so she is training and trying to prove her worth to be accepted. The tribe requires a high trade in payment for their services. While on her mission to earn her place she meets a blockade runner who is injured. She goes against all she had been taught and chooses to help him.
Luca is a blockade runner who is years past when others usually die. He’s fast, ruthless and kind. The package he is supposed to deliver is illegal. He ends up injured and is at the mercy of Jael.
Together they find themselves thrown into the middle of a family feud with creatures who are not from the planet but who are trying to take over.
This is a deeply layered story of humanity - its brokenness, and also the beauty that we can create. Art in all its forms comes from the Creator because we are made in His likeness.
I loved the friendships, the banter, the intense adventure and the love that was found. What a beautiful picture of what music, art and friendship can endure when fought for.
Remarks •
No spice - just kisses
Very minimal language - h*ll used twice
TW - intense fight scenes, injuries, de*th
Thanks Andrea for this arc. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
Favorite things:
Chapter 41 - Christmas chapter
Embroidered coat
Crochet pelting game
Christmas gifts - coat, painting, bison
Snowball fight
Favorite quotes:
Children cannot resist the magnetism of love.
“Put that in your smike and poke it.”
Dwelling on the past spoils the present.
“We do it because our Creator is an artist, and a musician, and a poet, and we mimic him, like children copying a parent.”
I’d rather believe I was made by hand by a loving Creator who knows me by name and put me here for a reason. Even if it’s not true, I’d rather believe that.”
For the first time in my life, someone looked at me, and they understood. Sitting on top of that train with him was a little like flying, a little like falling.
“It’s never too late to notice something beautiful.”
My eyes met Luca’s and, somehow, I believed he was the color, too. Fire and new blood and life. Burning sunrises and gentle sunsets.
“See you in the morning.” Five simple words, and yet what greater joy is there than to be part of someone’s tomorrow?
They strive, they love in the face of great dissimilarity, they yearn and do not speak their hearts. They need to create, or else they fade. I find this is the great mystery of mankind: they are both broken and god-like.
“Yes. We fit together, you and I, even though it doesn’t make sense. I feel like I’ve known you all my life. So stay.”
And music is the sound of emotion.
“Thanks for coming back for me,” I said feebly. “Of course, I came back for you.”
Because loving Luca was inevitable from the first day we met. Like a train on a track, I could not turn aside from it.
“I love you more than anything,” I said. “I should have told you when we were on the train. And I only left because I was scared. But I love you, Luca. I love you more than my own life.”
“I don't regret that. I'd do it again, because I love you, too. We fit together, you and I. Like I said before, it’s like I’ve known you all my life.” “I have known you all my life,” I whispered. “Because I don’t think I lived until I met you.”
He could not die. He was everything: my sunrises and sunsets, my music and color, and I would not let him die.
“You came back.” “I came back,” I said. “I fought my way back to you. I will always fight my way back to you.”