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The pacing is so slow… the description of their mundane interactions and her memory throwbacks are so overprolific. I don’t need to know how much sugar he puts in his coffee and how his mouth twist when he swallows - it’s not a sexually intensive scene; they don’t care about each other at this stage. The unnecessary scenes are DRAGGING.

Oh Finbar… I hope it doesn’t come back and bite your ass… I like u, don’t die

the prose 😭😍 Your argument shows your ignorance of the facts, and the sorry gaps in your education. What price your fine philosophy when you stand with a naked sword in your hand, and your enemy before you poised to strike?

She talks like Moira Rose 😂 ”Had his heart not been so poisoned by the puerile dreams of petty men!”

ooooh the reveal

The microbiology mechanism in this book is so fun. I really wish there’s a translation of this book so I could get my mom to read it too.

shits going downnnn

Got my manager to read The Tainted Cup. A week later he is already on A Drop of Corruption. I gotta catch up. 🏃‍♀️


Part II
AND ALL THE WORLD
A SAVAGE GARDEN

She’s finally getting paaaaid. 158 pages too late.

shits getting interesting ahhhhhhhhh Prince Renn <3

The fucking queen threw Nym to the dungeon again. It’s only that this book is called The Shattered King that I know she will die but can we speed it up.

Ok so she’s finally given proper food and clothes. I’m still waiting on the wages 🙄 pay ur employees, royalties

She is still not getting paid for weeks of laboring. And got thrown in dungeon for sarcasm.

I’m actually getting mad. The queen conscripted Nym to travel to the castle, saw her ability, hired her but she’s NOT GETTING PAID? Makes no sense. If she’s not getting money in the next 100 pages I’m DNFing.

After all, the Watch had to work twice as hard to cut crime just a little, whereas all the Guild had to do was to work less.

Lmao 🤣 nice way of summoning dragons

Ursula Monkton was an adult. It did not matter, at that moment, that she was every monster, every witch, every nightmare made flesh. She was also an adult, and when adults fight children, adults always win.

He would shout, shout so loudly and furiously that it would, literally, paralyze me. I would not be able to think.
He never hit me. He did not believe in hitting. He would tell us how his father had hit him, how his mother had chased him with a broom, how he was better than that. When he got angry enough to shout at me he would occasionally remind me that he did not hit me, as if to make me grateful.

She wanted to say more, say the words they were forbidden to say, but she didn't — just looked at him silently and thought them, wondering if anyone had thought these words before in the Silent City. If they had thought them like this: with equal hope and despair.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Ty’s letter 🥹 crying fat tears for the Blackthorns

ITS HERE!!! Pausing all books to get back to The Dark Artifices 💓

Did we all live the same childhood?

Beloved pet killed by uncaring strangers but we were too young and useless to do anything about it.

Being told things I’d rather not know as a ten year old, engraved far too deep to uproot.

All she knew was that it didn't feel like just forgiveness in that outstretched hand, it felt like finality. She could step up and meet him shout for shout in even the worst of his rages without hesitation, but she shrank from him quiet on his knees, and she feared his open, empty hand.

He thought of Connie again, the way she'd been on the aerie he'd made for her, with the sun behind her hair, and it occurred to him that she'd looked beautiful, if only for that moment.

Then the spears withdrew, torpidly pouring themselves back into the Threshold and taking the body with them, until Venice was scraped off against the unfeeling door to land in a meaty heap at their feet, dead.

I’m ded

Should he be dropping tragic backstory to someone who wasn't his true love?
Rae guessed he could let Lia know later. She fixed an expression of extreme interest on her face, as if at a party with a college guy telling her about film studies.

Marius is such a Dain lol

"Im covered in blood," Rahela explained, wrinkling her nose.
The Cobras tone gentled. "That's all right. If you're all right." She nodded and let him pull her in, golden arm looped around her naked shoulders. Marius withdrew his thanks to the gods.
"My gosh, are they married?"
"They are not married, they are deranged harlots," snapped Marius.

Please let Key be the mmc please please I don’t like the emperor.