Status Updates From The Halls of the Dead

“When you pulled away you wore a crown of moths, of leeches, of beetles and cockroaches—a whole cape of them. And holding my face, you said, ‘Let us in.’ And just before I woke, you dove into my body—I felt you in my body, Irene. I felt your body, your whole body, inside me, right under my skin, like we were one—like you were attached to me—like we were one book—”

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‘“I ate him,” she says at last. “I unhinged my jaw and I ate him, Irene.”’

I love Gothic fiction but sometimes I can't with this shit lmao

“And like the great pythons I have heard exist in Burma, I drop my jaw farther, bone uncoupled from bone, tongue rolling forward, teeth wide enough to swallow him headfirst.”

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“...In this way I tracked down the necromancers who survived the loss of the Crypt, old friends and strangers alike, and I taught them the abbot’s spell to renew my flesh, and I lived alongside them until they died. Then I turned them into books, and I guarded those books with my rotten, wretched life.”

You know what? Hell yeah

I wish I could eat like that

‘“Christ was a necromancer,” I said, with the sword still inside me.’

Wait hold on let him cook

Netgalley e-reader is pissing me off

“I will spend every moment of my eternity making certain you both regret boiling me alive from the inside.”

Eww what

‘“Oh, God, wait, I mustn’t be so close to you,” she says, stepping back from me. “I’m so hungry. I really fear I might hurt you. You smell incredible, St. John.”

“Centuries of fermentation will do that to a man.”’

Boy what

‘“It’s only meat, Irene!” he says. “If I have to go to every butcher in London, I’ll do it! You would give up on her so easily?”’

Idk man

“...Through the slit in her drawers, the insides of her thighs invite the press of my teeth.

So much blood in her. So much meat.

She’s weak. She would make easy prey. There’s no muscle on her to fight back.”

Omg she's a zombie 🧟‍♀️

‘“How could I leave you? I dreamt of you,” she said. “I dreamt we were dancing in a room where I had nothing left to fear, where you and I were equals in a world of our own making.”’

Super gay

“Did I hurt, after nibbling on my soul, as Irene hurt after losing a piece of hers?”

😐

“Within me writhed worms and beetles and every other summer insect that had come to revel over the feast of my body. What organs I had in me in life had been removed to simplify my reanimation, and the soil of my grave—and the bugs therein— now gave me shape.”

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‘...It was a holy thing, to lie in the arms of my abbot as he killed me and to surrender unto him my death. “I am the seeker of souls; I am the altar upon which sacrifices are made.”’

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“Which is precisely what my abbot—the abbot of St. Lazarus’s Abbey—intended for me, centuries ago, on the night he plunged a sword through my chest.”

This book is so dramatic lol

“...Wherever I touch the book, my blood stains in patches that swiftly disappear, swallowed by a mouth that must be fed before it will share its secrets.

And, once fed, the letters of the title slowly reveal themselves in the language it took nearly four years of my adolescence to decode....”

Feed me Seymour

“These are the bones that shatter as I plunge my knife through the center of my palm.”

Girl eww

I want to be made of bugs

The way everyone in this book is so down bad for each other and the compersion?! I cannot stop screaming

So many descriptions of insects wriggling, crawling, or buzzing around 🤮

inject this into my veins right now

highly rec for fans of "THE LOCKED TOMB" series by Tamsyn Muir!!!