puuuh … My rating should probably be ignored; I'm totally high on this book and can't think rationally.
I'm in the best book coma ever. That was fantastic.
The ending, the mega battle at the end were worth fighting through Gal's long inner monologues.
And it's pretty brilliantly done even if it got a little tiring, as I suspected it would.
So the reviews for the second book are a bit mixed, but all I can say is that I love it.
As suspected, Gal got on my nerves a bit because he's just this pompous egotistical character and doesn't exactly invite you to empathize with him. But I like him now.
I feel like I've been brainwashed. Stockholm syndrome at its finest, the only question is who ends up with it, probably everyone somehow.
And again, we only get a few smidgens of kissing at the end and a pretty hot scene in between, but they're just kisses, so don't expect too much. And yet I like this story so much. Because even though it has nothing to offer in terms of romance, it's so realistic. I mean Gal and Ettian are just in impossible positions. And from that perspective, it's just brilliant how everything plays into each other and how the balance between the two is restored in the end.
So, I know that doesn't say anything about the book. You probably have to be a sci-fi nerd to appreciate what's going on here. I grew up with the original Star Wars, so ... my path was set ...
I'm a tiny bit sad about how much badass action Wen gets, and I know she'll play way too big a role in the third part, but since I like her, I'll forgive it.
So, book three is bought, and I'm afraid to read it because it's sure to be exhausting now that Gal and Ettian are separated and it will probably take the whole book for them to get back together. I'm just trusting that all the space battles and political intrigue will make up for it.
I can’t look at him. I have to look at him. He’s a black hole and a burning sun all at once, the gravitational center of everyone in the room. All I want is to escape him, but everything about him makes that impossible.
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There are no soft wars to be waged here. This ends in blood—his, mine, or maybe both of ours—and no other way will suffice.
“I turned you into this,” Ettian says, staring into his cup. “And now you’re trying to turn me into you.”
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Let me always remember that every stroke of my tongue against his confirms a thousand vicious theories spinning around the two of us. Let me remember the cost of the heavy ache stiffening against his leg.
Let me never forget that this isn’t real.
But for a dangerous second, I do.
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Ettian’s nostrils flare. “You have no ruttin’ idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m the only other person in the galaxy who knows what you’re—”
“Gal.” His whole body has gone taut like a wound-up spring, engines hot on the verge of ignition. “The war, the aftermath, the…hell I lived through—none of it went away when I walked onto that base. Don’t tell me when my bloodright mattered to me and when it didn’t. You never knew that then, and you certainly don’t know it now.”
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