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I hadn't meant this as a dating strategy, but it functioned as one just the same, so I pass this along as advice: if you meet someone you like and you have the means to do so, ask that person to go with you to Vienna.

If you asked me (and any one that knows me really well would confirm that), I'd tell you that Vienna is the solution to just about everything 😉

Ohhhhh for crying out loud, Leigh! Ffs!

"I solved your fucking puzzle." But whose puzzle was it? The donors got together and they consulted their ancient texts and they hired an architect and they built a Gauntlet and a tower and they let their mice loose in the maze, but who was watching? Who was judging? If she had been called, then who was on the other end of the line? God or the Devil? What if it was no one at all?

Actually totally valid Q.

This book is killing all my reading vibes (unfortunately) so it needs to end today. Sorry, Leigh.

taking a week off and going to the most normal, magic-free place I can find."
"Lovington, Iowa."
"What?"
"It has the lowest concentration of magic anywhere in the United States."
Turner stared at him. "Maybe I'll take two weeks off."

So would I, Turner. So would I.

These long drives and these even longer conversations are really dragging out...

Dawes cocked her head. "Are you blushing?"
"No."
Dawes made a noncommittal noise and murmured. "In blood loss veritas."

Insert snort-laugh 🤭

Oooooooookay?

"What else happens in that passage of the Inferno?" Alex demanded.
"You're actually asking me to hold forth on a classical text?"
"That's right, Darlington. Talk Dante to me."

I didn't just choke on my giggle, no I didn't 😌

There were violin prodigies, people who could pick up a language after hearing it once. Alex had mastered the art of the fuckup—elaborate, operatic, inevitable.

Nothing I love more than a strong start to a book 😌🤭

(also, yes, I reposted this because the 'lol' I wrote right next to the sentence in the book got copy-pasted on the update hehe)

"Anselm," Alex said.
The rabbit laughed. "Call me by my true name, Wheelwalker."
"Asshole?" Alex ventured.

🤣🤣🤣

He looked up at last. "Are you going to hover in that doorway all night or come in?"
Alex made herself enter. Why the hell was she so nervous? This was Darlington-scholar, snob, and pain in the ass. No mystery there. But she'd held his soul inside her. She could still taste him on her tongue.

It's okay. That manic giggle that was released from somewhere deep inside of me was totally coincidental. Tots.

"Darlington?" Alex stammered. "I... Where are you going?"
"To get some clothes, Stern," he said, climbing the steps and leaving bloody footprints behind. "A man can spend only so much time without trousers on before he begins to feel like a deviant."

Hehehe well, hello stranger 😉

"Who wants to help get us out of here?" she asked the Grays.
"You can bring us back to life?" Daniel asked.
So the Arlington brains had skipped a generation.

hehehe

"We have to stir continuously," Dawes said as she began to combine the ingredients, moving the paddle in steady time. "Now, spit."
"Pardon?" said Turner.
"We need enough saliva to dissolve the salt."
"My moment to shine," said Tripp and let fly.

I actually laughed out loud here and boy did I need that, what with everything about to go down!!!!

Alex, in all honesty... if were you, and a beloved dead had returned to life in flesh and blood, I'd be a bit concerned. IF you know what I mean 😩

"The niches are all empty," Dawes said.
"They are?" Alex asked, completely lost.
[...] "All over the library, you can see these spaces, these stone frames where a sculpture of a saint should be, like in a cathedral. But they're all empty."
"Why?"
"No one really knows. [...]."
"What do you think?" Alex asked.
[...]"I don't know," Dawes said at last. "We all have hollow places."

That, we do.

"Galaxy Stern," Darlington said, his eyes flashing gold, "I have been crying out to you from the start."
When Alex woke, the sheets were soaked with sweat, and the wound at her neck was leaking pale pink rivulets of blood.

Sanity is being lost by the freaking minute!!!!

Oooooh my gods!

Or should I better say, oh m devils! Chills all over!!!

What do you mean VAMPIRES! Leigh! You wicked woman, you!!!!

"Who are they?" Alex asked, looking down at the screen, where a well-dressed couple was trying to peer through the windows by the front door.
"They look like real estate agents," said Turner.
But Dawes looked more terrified than when they'd opened a por-
tal to hell. "Those are Darlington's parents."

Well.

Shit.

"I can't exist between two worlds for long. Eventually the tether will snap."
"And you'll be trapped in hell forever?"
Again his expression seem to flicker. Hopelessness. Anticipation.
"Or whatever I am will be unleashed upon the world." He was close to the edge of the circle now. Alex hadn't seen him move, hadn't even seen him stand. "I have appetites, Stern. They are not entirely ... wholesome."

Oh GODS

Oh this won't be a relaxing read, I just know it...

"Okay, okay," pizza girl said. "It's loading. Okay, here we go—'giving birth can be especially challenging for both pugs and pug owners."
"So far, so good....." Georgie said.

🤣🤣🤣🤣

"What're you doing?" Heather asked. [...]
"Losing my mind," Georgie said.
"Can't you do that in your room?"
"I thought you were worried about me."
"I was. I will be. But now—" Heather pointed emphatically at the door. "—there's a pizza coming."

Gotta love a girl that has her priorities straight hehe

"What if it isn't enough?" Georgie asked him last night.
"We'll make our own enough," he promised her in 1998.
"Will you marry me?"

Rainbow writes the way a heart beats...

Georgie shouting about how she is forever not going to Omaha makes me think of a certain someone who wishes she never went to Omaha, but she will, because she is a GREAT FRIEND WHO WILL TAKE ONE FOR OUR TEAM. *cough cough*

He sounded like he was holding the phone even closer to his mouth now: "Do you love me, Georgie?"
"More than anything," she said. Because she was still telling the truth, damn the torpedoes. "More than everything."

These dialogues, these dialogues, these dialogues. If I could save them in a bottle!

(I probably could.)