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I’m in misery.

“I let him pull me close, his familiar scent of hellfire and cedar filling me. With the knuckle of his finger, he lifted my chin so that I looked into his stormy eyes.”

I cackled right here— Sanderson’s out here, perfectly summarizing every romantasy book to ever exist. These little news snippets in between chapters are too funny. They really seem like a different author wrote them.