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420 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 10, 2021
All right, sword, we need to figure out a better way to chat. You seem to have an anger management problem, which, let me tell you, is not working for my anxiety.... Harlow Fletcher, Diabolical Sword Chapter 5.
With my hands out in a placating gesture, I took a step back. “Nice sword … you’re a nice sword.”...and is a plain ole human woman, a 20-something with a super tall Draken woman, Kayda, as her long-suffering ride or die BFF, another kind of friend, the aforementioned Jo who is a Witch - but no other close people in her life. But she is a suck it up/needs must type of gal and does what she needs in order to survive, even if that means she skirts on the edge (!!!) of illegal activities and spends her life trying her best to stay off the grid And I always love this type of FMC in books - after all, why should all the men have all the fun😆. I really appreciated the fact that she is no Mary Sue, she knows the limits of her skills and abilities and does her best to stay within them.
The sword didn’t move. It just … hovered there.
I flicked a glance to my right, toward my front door. When it came to fight or flight, I was a flight kind of girl. I needed to get out of here. I knew the sword could follow me, but if I got the heavy metal front door between the sword and myself, it would buy me some time. Some time for what? I didn’t know.
I took the merest of steps toward my door and the sword flew across the room at such speed, my head spun. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed the sweet release of death was quick and painless. And that there wouldn’t be too much blood. And that Kayda didn’t come looking for me after I’d gone MIA for a few days so that she didn’t have to be the one to discover my mangled body.
For the last couple of nights, when I couldn’t sleep, I’d steal a piece or two of this cake, and as the rich chocolate frosting melted on my tongue, I got a little jolt of hope along with the sugar rush.PS. I think sentient 🗡️🗡️🗡️ are my newest favourite thing in fantasy as this is the second that I've loved recently after the hilarious but very different Mistlefoe by Kimberly Lemming that I also read a little while ago.
A throat cleared behind me, and I whirled around to find Felix sitting on the counter. He rubbed the heel of his palm against his eye. He only wore a pair of sweatpants. “Babe. It’s five-thirty in the morning.”
“There are eggs in the batter,” I argued. “That’s basically breakfast.”
He tried not to smile but failed. He hopped off the counter and grabbed me around the middle in one fluid motion, pulling me to him so our stomachs were flush. Hope flared even brighter.
“And chocolate comes from the cocoa plant, which is sort of like a vegetable. It’s basically a salad.”