“his soul bore her brand, the wound deep and blackened and scarred over. Part of him knew that his life was now a game of second best, of good enoughs. A meager harvest grown in the long shadow of her absence.”
The fact that I keep pausing to annotate this book… oh my gawd am I having a good read! I wasn’t even expecting such a STUNNING love story in a vampire book about 1800’s Mexico.
— May 04, 2026 06:58AM
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