Status Updates From The Eden Passion

‘He lifted the whip again & brought it down, fascinated by the spastic movement of the man’s body, seeing two long red ridges rising out of the plain of smooth flesh.’ ....I spy shades of Thomas Eden in his grandson. :P

‘Taylor lifted a finger to summon his carriage forward. “Life is too easy here, Mr Eden. A man would have to be a saint to deliberately remove himself from it.” His grin broadened. “And you are no saint.”’ ....I’m pretty sure this rotund jackass won’t survive the impending Sepoy Rebellion. Oops. 😶

‘The entire room [was] one screaming, blood-soaked area, presided over by an immense ebony statue, Kali the Terrible, the blood goddess, consort of Shiva, naked, with her sword, noose & bludgeon, & struck all about with human skulls.’ ....COVER YOUR HEART, INDY! COVER YOUR HEART! 💀

‘In spite of the abstract nature of her words, Andrew had the feeling that at the heart of the matter was a soul made of steel. He found it difficult to believe that such a woman had ever truly agonized over the mystery of God. If anything, the Almighty had better be careful lest He too fall into her clutches & she reorganize heaven as she had reorganized Scutari.’ ....Florence Nightingale makes a cameo. 🌷

—“She must be told,” he said, then, w/ wavering conviction added, “It...might make a difference.”
—A difference, Clara thought angrily. If the clear abandonment of her children had not made a difference to that selfish woman, why would the death of a husband whom she had never loved affect her?

....PREACH IT. 👿 I’ve never liked moo Harriet, but this is beyond. Grow a fucking spine, girl.

‘Something inside his head was screaming at him, informing him that the boy who had run, too late, to her aid, was as mutilated as she, that whoever it was now holding her, his sleeve soaked with her blood would arise a very different man.’ ....These sorts of turning-point crises tend to do that, yes. Particularly in Eden books.

‘In the rising light, she looked at him sideways & detected changes on his face. He looked older. Due to her guidance, he knew intimately his manhood & the rich power contained within. She raised up on her elbow, the better to see him, as alike to that other man as though they were twins.’ ....Wow. There’s so much wrong with this paragraph that I don’t even know where to start.

‘What kindly providence had sent her this glorious gift, this reprieve from the tomb? How easily they had kissed, how effortlessly they had talked & touched, how simply they stood in a light embrace. No matter the womb from which he had slipped. He was hers now.’ ....This Harriet/John scene should be accented with an audible *FAIL HORN*

‘A small death there, but she dealt w/ it, as she continued to deal w/ her discomfort. It could all be borne. With what matter-of-factness she now contemplated recent events. In fact, how pleased she was to discover that she remembered hardly any details.’ ....Poor Elizabeth. ;__; She is a BAMF survivor & I wish Edward had loved her instead of that moo Harriet.

‘Oh yes, she thought firmly, her hand stroking his brow now, her eyes feeding on his beauty, which shone through in spite of the grime. How stupid she had been on that evening several weeks ago when first she’d buried Edward, then had exiled his son, thus denying herself the only source of light she’d ever known.’ ....Well, I think we all know where this is going. 😶

‘She was grateful for his kindness & tried to thank him. But there was no more strength. She covered her face w/ her hands in an attempt to blot out his concerned expression, & had no choice but to weep herself dry. Her last awareness was of Jack Willmot lifting her into his arms, holding her as tho she were a child, as tho confident that his strength would be equal to her disintegration.’ ....D’aww. 😗