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"Your life isn't dreadful, is it?"
"Well, not my life per se," Martha said. "It's my head. It isn't life. It's what's inside that counts."

And don't I know it.

"My darling," he said as if speaking to an angel.
"My dearest," she replied as if the word hurt to say.
"Ye look... different."
"You look exactly the same."

Just give me all, literally ALL, the doomed vampiric romances. All!

Lincoln said that Polly was set into her family the way a sapphire was set into a bracelet.

Laurie has this unique way of shooting straight through the human condition and landing right in the middle of you. If you're lucky enough to feel that way!

"So where were we," she whispered. "A houndboy and his Ever After. A capitaine and a blackthumb. A Grail and a worm. Strange the way the pieces fit. Stranger still the way they fall apart. To think the world's fate rested upon so few shoulders. So small. So young."

These glorious transitions! They are to live for!

"I loved her, Ash. I can't help it. I loved Astrid then, and I love her still."
Her voice softened then, musical and sweet in my mind.
"I know it. Ye had something most men n-never possess. Yet I knew thy b-bride also, Gabriel. And never would Astrid have asked ye to mournmourn her eternal. To cut thyself off from all life and love. To suffocate on the past instead of b-breathing here and now."

Not crying.

"Well, come over here, Dora," said Lincoln. "Put your arms around me and tell me everything you've thought or felt since Friday." He held her close. "I really do love you to pieces."
"I love you to pieces, too," said Polly. "Isn't it sad?"

The way I love these words, so and so and so 🥹

"You two, come forth," he demanded. "Only you two. And if you move sudden, vile temptress, I swear you'll not move again."
'I nodded to the gates. "After you, vile temptress."
"Should've left ye on that damned mountain ..."

Gabe and Phoebe giving me all sorts of life 🤣🤭

'AH, VANITY. WHAT fools you make of your favourites?'

Truest words have never been...

Okay, there may have been truer words.

But these words are pretty true too, okay?! 😌😉

'Drink," Lilidh whispered.
[...] 'And so, beneath the hungry stares of that court of monsters, wrapped in that ancien's pale arms, the Grail of San Michon breathed deep.
'She closed her eyes.'
'And oui, she drank.'

This entire damn segment, breaking my entire damn heart every time! 🙏🏻

'She breathed deep, scowling. "You know, I hate it when you do that."
'"Do what?"
'Tell me what I'm doing and then put a question mark at the end as if you're asking."
"Perhaps I should leave the question mark off in future, and see if you actually do what you're fucking told."
'"Fat fucking chance."
'"Thought fucking not."

he he HE 😁

I reached out towards her, brushing the tips of her fingers.
''I've got you," I promised.
'Dior smiled, thin and frail. "I've got you."

All six of my feelings are aliiiiiiiiiive 🥹

Polly's father was rather mad. He believed all food should be washed before being cooked, even eggs in the shell. No one paid much attention to this except for Polly, who as a teenager had once put a chicken into the washing machine.

Try and find a better way to clean a chicken, I dare you 🤣


(Actually, don't.)

'"I'm coming too," Dior declared.
'"Its not safe. We've no idea what's still in there."
'"You're telling me waiting here alone with my arse in the wind is safer than sticking like a fly on shite to the most famous vampire slayer who ever lived?"

It can't ever be said, that Jay's writing is not colourful 😁😁🤭🤭

I felt the words behind my teeth. Trying in vain to swallow them.
To speak it would make it real.
To speak it would be to live it again.
But still ...
But still.
I spoke."

This chapter breaks and breaks my heart, each time...

But it seemed we'd found a kind of sanc-tuary. Here at last, we might finally be safe?
The Last Silversaint leaned back and took a long pull from his bottle of
wine.
The historian continued writing in his book.
'You should have fucking known better?' Jean-François murmured.
Gabriel sighed. 'I should've fucking known better.'


😁😁😁

I looked beyond Baptiste's shoulder, and saw him striding across the drawbridge towards me. As princely as hed ever been: long golden hair swept back from his scarred brow and cheek, his jaw set, his features proud. But his eyes were tempered with wisdom now, shining with tears as he opened his arms.
'"Fairdawning, Peasant," Aaron grinned.
'"Godmorrow, Lordling," I laughed.

Those aren't tears. Nope.

The speed at which Jay tends to move things from bad to "one hell of a spectacular shitshow" is truly astounding 😫 And the worse is, always, yet to come!

'Dior gazed at the dagger in her hand, fingertips running over the coat Id given her. She brushed her hair down over her face, pressed her lips thin.
'You're not going soft on me, are you, Lachance?"
'She scoffed, dragging her armour back on. "Hard as fucking stone, me."
"Just don't sink like one. I don't fancy diving in after you."
"And she smiled then. Because she knew I would.

It's okay. Heart's okay.

Well. Shit.

She didn't complain, which was a mark in her favour, but she seemed possessed of an irrepressible need to chatter. To question. About the Silver Order. About San Michon. About vampires, the capital, anything that entered her damned head. I don't know whether she did it to keep her mind off the cold or my mind off my thirst, or simply to torture me.

Hehe 🤭

'Take me?"
"The snow landed on her skin as if she were a statue. Her dress flowed about her like red smoke. She came to a halt at the edge of our light, beautiful and terrible, and she spoke with a voice that quickened my blood.
'I am never taken. I only take. Such is the province of a Prince of Forever."

Don't mind me. I'll just be here, me, my chills and I.

It is true that you can feel a wave of love; I did. I felt my heart being torn open, and I accepted it. It was something that happened without consequence, so I let it happen.

Words. Like. These.

Little sounds that reshape or unmake your entire world, like great spells of old to redraw the very lines by which you see yourself and all else about you. Two little words.
'"Forgive me."
'''Do it."
'"I cant."
''You must."

Sometimes, I swear, Jay's words go straight through my heart like arrows...

Beautiful as she was, incredible as she smelled, Astrid Rennier struck me as something of a bitch.

Show me a lovelier declaration of future love, I dare you 😌

Gabriel reached into his battered britches, fished about under the monster's stare. Finally, he retrieved a tarnished royale from his pocket. 'Here."
'What is that for?' Jean-François demanded.
'I want you to take this coin to market, and buy me a fuck to give?'
"This is not the way stories are told, Silversaint.'
'I know. But I'm hoping the suspense will kill you.'

These exchanges oml 🤣

'"Dior—"
'"He's not travelling with us."
'"Damn right I'm not," I growled.
'See? He doesn't even want to come."
"Damn right I don't."
"And what need have we for a drunken pig anyway?"
'Damn ri—wait, what the fuck did you say?"

He he HE 😁😇😌

Just harvest me and plant me in one of Colwin's stories. Seriously.

I was almost done by then. The wretched close to my heels. Drawing my sword in desperation.
'If thou art b-brutally murdered here, she whispered, and I end my days banging on the hip of a m-mindless shamble-bag of m-maggots, I shall be terribly upset with ye.
'The hell do you want from me?" I hissed.
"Run, Little Lion, she replied. RUN."

Ash, my forever favourite, how I love thee 🥹

And so it begins (again) 🖤