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Behind him in the empty courtyard, the stones of a distant shore were piled neatly on the Druin’s grave. Because even a misspent life, he reasoned, was worth remembering.

When we seek to rule only ourselves, we are each of us kings.

Man, he finally killed the old biddy. I really wish he would’ve said something cool first.

Boy, I really hope he eats that old Bitch later.

A vampire that turns into a crow. 🐦‍⬛
That’s a first for me!

1. Writing is a form of self-exorcism.
2. Bathe in rejection. It builds character. Or at least, it fills you with wrath, and that comes in handy sometimes.

The parents of one character humorously call her their “little rage hippo.”
And I love that beyond words. 🤣🤣

“Oh, how wrong we were to think immorality meant never dying.” — Gerard Way

There’s no harm in speaking things into existence, especially if you’re a writer. ❤️

Moog performed the Rites of Glif, sprinkling water over each of the graves and invoking the Spring Maiden’s Mercy.
“Judge them for what they wished to be,” he begged the Father of the Gods, “not what the world made of them.”

“They used to call us the Kings of the Wyld, remember?”
“Yeah, they did. When we were 20 years younger. When our backs didn’t ache every morning and we didn’t wake up five times a night to piss.”
😂😂
God, I love this book already. 🤣

Only on page 13 and I’m already laughing. “I know what a cyclops is, asshole!” 😂
I love a good snarky character. 😂

I’m intrigued with the story.
Truly.
But boy howdy, they chose the worst narrator they could. If paint drying made a sound, this would be it.

Perfectly lovely for teenagers, but not for me. DNF at 30%.

Diego.
And Orion calling Darcy “Blue” is the only thing pulling this book along. 😐
Also helps that I see Professor Snape in his mannerisms. 😂

I know before looking up at her she is crying. But no amount of her tears will move me. Hurt feelings have no place when safety is at stake. Experience and intuition are rattling me as fierce as the shutters did in the windstorm last night. Her tears are rain to my ocean.

I’m a hair’s breadth away from DNFing. There sure as hell better be a point to all this bullying and sexual harassment.

“There’s blood all the way up to her elbow, as if she were just recently in a drive-by fisting.”
🤣🤣🤣🤣

This is becoming a chore...but I shall persist.

I’ve come to the conclusion that they’re all on LSD. 🫣

I dunno wtf is going on, but I’m enjoying the ride.
Damn, I love purple prose. 💜

Their skin glowing with health insurance. 🤣🤣

Wow. Probably the most poignant writing I’ve ever read in a thriller novel. Absolutely beautiful. And I have NO IDEA where this is going. Which is perfect.

It's not bad...not bad. It's a romance and at least I'm intrigued...god knows I'm a hard sell...we'll wait and see what happens.

Ya know, this ain’t half bad so far…

The reference to a poster of Will Smith’s 2001 movie “Ali” hanging in a bedroom that took place in 1988 knocked me out of the story like a ball bat to the head.
Sir, where is your editor??
Fire him immediately! 😂