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‘He smiled, but his face seemed very far away, retreating. She hadn’t felt the fall, but the empty sockets of Rose’s little white skull were right next to her. Lesbeth heard the music of birds, & a whispering she ought to recognize, words she half understood. They seemed very important. And then, suddenly, that was all.’ ….Dude stabbed his twin sister & dumped her in an open grave? That’s cold. 😶

Took a brief hiatus from this—not the book’s fault, I just burned out on fantasy after uber-disappointing & longwinded Kushiel’s Mercy—but now I’m back. 🙃🫠😗 Resuming the slow build of Epic Unstoppable Villainy in 3…2…1…

‘Lady Gramme & William were a pink tangle of limbs on Gramme’s enormous bed. ‘People look rather stupid in the act of sex,’ Muriele thought, oddly detached. ‘Helpless & stupid, like babies without the charm.’’ …..🤭

—“A dream,” she told the dark room, rocking back & forth. “Just a dream.”
—But the air was still thick with anise & plum. In the pale moonlight streaming through her window she saw black petals scattered upon her coverlet. She felt them in her hair. Wet trickled down her face, & the bright taste of salt came to her lips.

Still liking it. Has a George RR Martin fantasy feel, but without the endless block paragraphs of description & overly complicated tangle of plots. Also it’s actually FINISHED, which shouldn’t need to matter, but *gestures wordlessly at A Song of Ice & Fire* 😑

‘The chatter started up again. Aspar watched the boy while he waited for the beer. The lad’s fingers were trembling, & he couldn’t look up. His courage seemed to be leaking out of him with his blood. That was often the case, Aspar found. Bleed a man a little, & he grew less heroic.’ ….Heh.

I’m liking this so far. Fingers crossed. 👽