Status Updates From One Small Echo (Shadowsong,...

I am 4% in, and wow, I am intrigued! This is the strongest start I’ve read in months, maybe years.

No notes. I just love this stinking book.

Are you really going to use the second sight all night? Hymn asked, as Eiko stood by the refreshments table and popped another cream puff between her lips.
She was parting her golden chains with one hand so that the cream puffs had an unobstructed pathway to her mouth.

Ugh I love the use of rhymes and poems in this book.

Vana’s gaze flickered, eyeing her carefully. “They’ll dress you up, they’ll lace you tight, make you sparkle.” Her voice dropped. “Breed you right.”

More than half way through the book and not much going on between Mc and ml. Which means this will be a dreadful slow burn.


Suddenly, she felt the cold kiss of glass against her cheek, and then a little cork stopper briefly pressed into her lower lip.
Real or fake?
She had no idea.
She tried to take the vial, but of course, he pulled it away from her.

The muffled voice continued, but she couldn’t quite make out the words, so she shifted further down the wall, and then further again, pausing once more to polish her cane.
“I don’t give a flaming fuck.”
She knew that hammer-and-anvil voice. It belonged to the King of All.

“Eiko!”
She jerked upright so fast her chair screeched.
“I heard something down the back.” Kaito was barrelling into the hall, sounding breathless and furious.
Footsteps thundered behind him. Ren’s heavier stride, Rion’s lighter steps, Ky swearing under his breath as he nearly tripped on something.

Wake up yall. Mc’s character appearance just dropped.

She straightened slowly, anxiety twisting tighter and tighter as she forced herself to look at her reflection.
Her first thought was that she didn’t have her mother’s hair. Not at all. Her mother’s had been smooth and wavy—at least in the painting—but Eiko’s was wild and frantic.

But not all of them had.
Because Eiko still stood there.
“I don’t want that one,” Ilara said, before she walked away. And she wasn’t the only one. Several other footsteps followed her.
“I’ll also pass,” Alessandra said with a chuckle.
Eiko frowned. What in the darkness?

STOP HYMN IS SO STINKING CUTE OML I LOVE U EIKO

“Any of our monsters could break free,” Rion reminded him. “Well, except maybe Eiko’s.”
I would never, Hymn promised. You saved me.
“My monster is actually eternally grateful,” Eiko told them. “No breakouts planned in the near future. Stop shaking your heads at me. I can hear it.”

I’m reading this in dark mode. It adds ambience

We can help each other, the little monster promised, sweeping aside the growling, furious voice in the other corner of her mind. He brushed it away like an errant leaf. You and me, together, you’ll see.
I’ll never see, Eiko whispered back, tightening her grip on the pressure between her fingers.

Okay I LOVE this. It seamlessly integrates how different people work with the world when they have different ways of moving through it (ie blindness, muteness)

Wait….this is GOOD I’m so intrigued

UGHHHH I LIVE HER WRITING STYLE SO MUCH


“Hey—whoa, what are you … wearing?” he asked.
“A dress,” she declared, backing away—and into one of the counters. She rested there, pretending it had been deliberate as she held out her arms. “Does it not look good?”
“Everything looks good on you,” Ren replied, a smirk in his deep voice. “But the dress is backwards.”

Loving it so far 😋

STOP! the monster screamed into her mind, just as she spilled from the darkness of the cave and her glitterstone fluttered back to life.
The prince’s stone also flared outward in a sudden glow, illuminating the deep gouges and lacerations that were slashed across his throat, upper arms, and torso,