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📚: A Prayer To No God
「✍️」 Nicole A. Sterling
🔌: @nicoleasterling
📄№: 283 ᵖᵃᵍᵉˢ
ᖇEᐯIEᗯ:
18% into the book and in love with Erevos. Lyssena's devotion is admirable, even if the other gods didn’t listen.
This doesn't feel like your average monster romance. It was more fluffy and focused on the characters learning about each other, which I enjoyed. Both characters are virgins, and while there is spice, there isn't a whole lot, but what is there is very nice! (Understandably so, as mentioned, virgins.) That deer has seen some things! (IYKYK)
This book is like if Venom was sweetheart cinnamon roll, and wanted to create a world where you belong with him so he can learn more about you. When the monster isn't really a monster, and will literally do anything you ask. The story had heartbreak in the form of misplaced devotion and disappointing family dynamics. The emotions portrayed landed, had good world-building, and who wouldn't want a god or demon to answer your pleas/prayers? I wish it had delved deeper into why he was so fascinated by her. I loved how safe she felt, and how that opened her up. The Void seems so interesting, loved everyone we met there. The shadow bending was a definite favorite. I want that in real life!
MY FAVORITE QUOTES:
"🄻🄾🅅🄴 🅃🄷🄰🅃 🅃🄴🄰🄲🄷🄴🅂 🅈🄾🅄 🄷🄾🅆 🅃🄾 🄱🄴 🄰🄻🄾🄽🄴 🄸🅂 🄽🄾🅃 🅃🄷🄴 🄺🄸🄽🄳 🅃🄷🄰🅃 🅃🄴🄰🄲🄷🄴🅂 🅈🄾🅄 🄷🄾🅆 🅃🄾 🄱🄴 🅂🄰🄵🄴."
"ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ. ɴᴏ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴇ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪꜰᴛʜ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ, ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ— ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇᴀʀ— ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ."
"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥."
"𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚢, 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢."
“𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖓𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖔𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗. 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖆𝖗. 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖘.”
“𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚊,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. “𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢.”
“🅈🄾🅄 🅃🄷🄸🄽🄺 🄰 🄲🄰🄶🄴 🄸🅂 🄽🄾🅃 🄰 🄲🄰🄶🄴 🄱🄴🄲🄰🅄🅂🄴 🅃🄷🄴 🄱🄰🅁🅂 🅆🄴🅁🄴 🄺🄸🅂🅂🄴🄳 🄱🄴🄵🄾🅁🄴 🅃🄷🄴🅈 🄲🄻🄾🅂🄴🄳?”
ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀʟᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ꜰᴏʀᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ, ᴘʟɪᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀꜱ ɪɴᴋ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇ ʜᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴇʀᴛ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ. “ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ,” ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ. “ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ. ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛ ɪᴛ, ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇ ɪᴛ, ꜰᴏʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ.” ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇꜱɪᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ. ᴇʀᴇᴠᴏꜱ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ɢʀᴏᴀɴᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ. “ᴀ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ,” ʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ. “ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏᴜᴅ.”
"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸."