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“you have just received a very free pie, and now you presume to ask for more?”

I must remember to use this later…😂

Some of the most jilted, rambling, lackluster writing I’ve ever read. Almost quit on page 14. Like WHERE are you going with this??
I’ll stick it out a little longer. He’s on thin ice though.

Well, that took a turn…

His chest cavity had been carefully cracked open, his rib cage fanning back as if it were the glistening crimson trigger hairs on a Venus flytrap, patiently waiting for its prey to wander inside its gaping maw.
This is only the second paragraph on the first page. What an awesome description! Color me impressed. I have high hopes for this.

Hell yes, girl. 😂😂😂

In war, there are always debts.

He wondered how many mundane things hid magic, or perhaps it was better to think of it as how much magic liked being married to the ordinary. To simplicity and comfort and overlooked details.

Behind a big impressive gate lives many a sorry excuse for a man.

“This world throws all kinds of obstacles at us; we are forced to endure so much that is absurd. Our best weapon for fighting all the pain and trouble in the world isnt logic or violence. It’s humor.”

I’m plugging along, but hot damn, it feels like it’s taking forever.

Violet was surprised that she was thinking so much, while her lips were completely enveloped in his—rather wet—ones. She found it quite difficult to breathe. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to breathe, with her mouth covered by his (the taste of his mouth reminded her of Christmas pudding, why was that?) She was breathing through her nose now, Violet wondered if he could hear it, if she sounded like a cow

They wore the “vegan” masks made me pop a gut. 🤣🤣🤣

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.