Status Updates From Dweller on the Threshold (B...

This book is so strange. I have no clue what the actual fuck is going on and how they are mixinng all these different types of mythology together but I still cannot stop reading...

This is a pretty good book. It's taking me so long to read it though because I don't think I'm really in the mood for something "serious" so I keep getting distracted by other stuff (so far I've also read both Ilona Andrews Kinsmen novellas and Kaitlyn O'Connors Below - Kaitlyn O'Connor continues to have interesting plots and characters she completely wastes with a twee ending). I'm back on track now though!

OH. SHIT.

OMG. don't tell me it's Blythe. It can't be her.

"You're blushing. It was just a kiss." "It was nice." "Yes," he said slowly, touching my cheek. "It was. Though I think the blush comes from something else. Tell me." "Never in your wildest dreams." He grinned. "I think I'm going to have to take a chance after all. I've been considering the fact that maybe--just maybe--you are here to be a part of my wildest dreams."

SWOON. *Faints

"...Which makes sense if you think about it. I mean, we're here." I thought about it and no, her logic didn't click. Shaking my head, I smiled and just let it go. I was fast learning that her explanations were sometimes worse than just not knowing. Entertaining, but still worse. Bahahaha! If that's not me and Jenny I don't know what is, haha!!

My feelings on Nikolos and this book:

"There are several bathrooms in this house. You take the tub. I will shower and come back when your guide tells me you're dressed." He stopped and pointed at Phro. "Might as well send that one since she watched me in the shower earlier." Hahahaha! Of watch him shower too *growls* Nikolos is in Curran and Barrons' playing field. *pants*

I can't get enough of these characters and I'm not even at the half-way mark! Seriously. Where has Rinda Elliot been all my life?!

He had the kind of intense stare that made a person feel as if every secret, every hidden wish, were revealed in bright living color. As if he easily reached into my very soul and pulled out all of what made me alive--what made me real. Dis man. These characters. DIS BOOK!!

I leaned over as Blythe pointed to a scary-looking black shadow next to another sort of blackish-lumpish kind of human-looking type thing that might or might not have been on a horse type thing. Apparently, there had been a lack of artists when this book had been written. Bahahaha! I describe things the same way, lol.