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God help him, but he wanted to drown in her voice.

Oh he’s down BAD

“There were several women in her company.” His face was filled with disgust. “All of them dressed like men.”
“Repugnant practice,” one of the generals muttered, another pounding his fist against the table, declaring, “It’s unnatural.”
Keris was tempted to point out that Maridrina’s most recent victory against Ithicana was the result of a woman’s strategy but instead rose to his feet.

I LUV HIM

I stare at him. He’s dead serious. “Really? You want to get married?”
“Really. There’s no one else I want to torture but you.”

They’re so perfect UGH

I tried to keep him at a safe distance where he could only see the decent parts of me and it made us both miserable. I inadvertently let him in to see the ugly parts but instead of running away like I’d counted on him to do, he wrapped his arms around all of that ugliness and didn’t let go.

🥹

We discover it would be really easy to kill someone with this kind of plant, and according to IMDb that very plot happened in a movie with Michelle Pfeiffer. Michelle’s character used them to kill her lover, a man named Barry. I’m being Barry’d.
Oh god. I hear the pun and nearly faint.

I forgot how funny this book is

“Since the day we met, there has never been anyone but you. And there never will be anyone but you. You are my queen, and I need you.”

WHOS CUTTING ONIONS

His lips a hair’s breadth from hers, he whispered, “Awake or asleep, all I see is your face. All I hear is your voice. All I feel is you in my arms. All I want is you.”

BYEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭

“Forgive her. She loves you.”
He dropped the old woman’s arm, feeling Lara’s gaze on him. Knowing she was listening. “She doesn’t know what love is.”
“That’s why you should forgive her.”

I love Coraline

The young Valcottan woman lifted one brown shoulder in a graceful shrug, but next to her, Keris’s knuckles whitened around the stem of his wineglass, seeming to take issue with Zarrah’s life being threatened. Which was rather interesting, given that they were supposed to be mortal enemies.

VERY intrigued

Keris shrugged one shoulder, setting his book, which appeared to be about ornithology, on the table. A philosopher and a bird-watcher. No wonder Silas wanted nothing to do with him.

I am intrigued

Why’s everyone cheating

Was the picture of Mother Mary during that scene really that necessary for the author?

“Nina, you’re right. I’m a weak—”
“Must be nice. To be able to be weak. I wouldn’t know.”
At this, Kit smiled to herself and quickly rested her chin on her hand in order to hide it.

LOL Kit is me, I am Kit

The entire party except for Casey Greens, who was hiding upstairs in the master bedroom, and Kit, who was with Ricky Esposito in her sister’s outdoor shower, and Jay, who was outside looking for Hud, and Hud, who was down at the beach, and Nina, who had locked herself in the pantry.

Oh snap-a-doodle-do

Do you know how much a body can weigh when it falls into your arms, helpless? Multiply it by three.
Nina carried it all. All of the weight, in her arms, on her back.

TEARS IN MY EYES WHAT IS THIS

She was a woman, after all. Living in a world created by men. And she had long known that assholes protect their own. They are faithful to no one but surprisingly protective of each other.

I wanna give her a hug

“Ronnie?” Briggs’s voice cut through the air. In all the time I’d known him, he’d almost always answered the phone with his own name. I wondered what to read into the fact that this time, he’d answered with hers.


At this point, I’m reading for THEM

Update: there is no twist.

There better be a big twist coming up soon

Kinda bored ngl

“Might we,” asked Aurienne, “go anywhere without subtracting from the population?”
“Would you prefer,” asked Mordaunt, “that we add to it?”

I’m howling

“Why are your shoulders scratched up like this?” asked Fairhrim.
“I’m having an affair,” said Osric, sexily.
“With a rodent?” asked Fairhrim.
Osric, who was not actually a rat fucker, was compelled to clarify: “It was your bloody deofol who scratched me up.”

I love how he tries so hard to be… him but she always shuts that down so fast

He looked at her as one who wished to worship, and one who wished to defile.

CHILLLLLLLLL

There was such witchery in a pair of bright eyes.
Pity they had to be hers.

And so it begins 😌

“That was Xanthe’s deofol, I assume?” asked Osric. “Looks as moth-eaten as she is.”
“Moth-eaten?” repeated Fairhrim. “How dare you? Xanthe is over two hundred years old—”
“How? Did she forget to die?”

🤣🤣🤣