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Why set your story in the past when you cannot be bothered to do even the most basic research?

“I didn’t start small, with the gentle siphoning of blood from a lover in bed. I launched myself into the midst of my attackers like a fury from myth.”

she brags even about the way she did her first kill.

“Tip your head back.” I did as you ordered, letting the water run through my hair. I always did as you ordered, in those days.”
What a little whiny, permanently triggered douchbag.

Great, the FMC is an arrogant blowhard.
“I was somebody’s daughter once; a village girl with arms strong enough to help her father in the smithy and a mind quick enough to recall her mother’s shopping list in the market.”

I served a lady with heart and sword,
but all my love brought no reward.
And still I speak of her with only praise,
although her gaze has never yet been turned to me in kindness.
I fancied I was free of passion's blindness,
but still in bands, my heart sought favor from her hands,
which it has never gotten, I must say.
I'll serve Him now who will my love repay.

When you bore the child you were undefiled, pure, as was God's plan, untouched by any man. Who thinks that such a thing cannot be true should look upon the glass, that's so like you. The beams of sunlight penetrate the glass and gleam and grow more radiant as they pass, through the glass into the house they flow and drive away the darkness as they go.

beautiful description of Owd Hobb

it's the nonchalance with which Sophie chugs alcohol and sleeps around, that sickens me and makes it hard to follow a character like. How was Jessie exactly worse than her?

veering from 4 to 3 stars

some of the nastiest skank, alcoholic FMCs I've ever read about.

LOL to win Katia's heart, Vitali (Russian killer) bought a microwave for K's mother and now her mother is bending backwards for him.
"Mama came thundering in and ordered Maxim away to change clothes. She instructed Vitali to pull out the table and ushered me into the kitchen to get the 'good' dining set--the one with the small blue flowers on a white background she didn't even bring out on my birthday."

Svitla mi iskierka nadeje, a to je lepsie ako z niecoho sa radovat. Kvapka nadeje prebudza smad, kym jej naplnenie ho alebo zahasi, alebo priniesie sklamanie.

Yahweh goes Death Metal
Jeremiah 7: "...the days are coming when it will no more be called Topheth...but the Valley of Slaughter...And the dead bodies of this people will be food for the birds of the air, and for the beasts..., and none will frighten them away. And I will silence in the cities of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness...and the land shall become waste.

“I won’t be put off,” Marie said firmly. “Before this night is over, I will know how you came by that watch, or I swear to you, I will tell anyone who will listen to me that you murdered your mother.”

“I’ve never been so ashamed in my life—ashamed of my family, and ashamed of myself.”
Charlie’s face twisted with annoyance. “Well, that’s just jolly. Think of it as practice for what’s in store for all of us if he goes to the police.”
“At least one good thing would come from that,” Marie said, matter-of-factly, “I would never have to see you or Papa again.”

“...her dreams were feverish visions of William being led to the gallows, a curse for her on his lips. These horrors clung to the edges of her consciousness even after she woke. Suddenly, everything reminded her of him: a shirt the color of a tie he once wore, a dish that he might once have eaten from, a blanket that would keep him warm in his cold cell. She wanted to scream with the vexation of it."

“The tombs”, he thought, was an apt name for this place. Those who had the misfortune of being held here were indeed buried alive. When the lamps in the corridor dimmed, he knew the day had ended. Wedged against the wall on his narrow cot, he stared into the awful darkness and felt himself already dead and forgotten.”

“But enough of my youthful misdeeds. [M] tells me you’ve come on urgent business. It must be pressing to have brought you so far. What is it we can do for you?”
Marie hesitated. Mr. Lett’s well-mannered gallantry was of a piece with the surroundings: the sofa, the wallpaper, the teacups—everything elegant and clean. Speaking of her family, of their troubles, felt like letting a sounder of swine loose in the room.”

“There isn’t one of us who hasn’t thought about how much better off we'd be once the old girl kicked off.” He tried to sound cheerful, but tears choked his voice. “Well, she finally has, and I’m sorry if I’m not the hypocrite you all are. Go ahead and playact for one another if you must, I have better things to do.”

It's always the morally corrupt characters that are so much fun to read.

“Weeks and then months passed in a haze. Sometimes he missed her so much he felt he would die of it, but then he remembered the tug at the curtain and the coldness of the heart that had moved it. When he conjured up the image of Marie’s face, he began to detect an arrogance, a cruelty in it, he had never noticed before.”

Elisa asks a little 8 year old boy to guard her door with a shotgun. "Cez den budes stat tu pred mojimi dverami na strazi a kazdeho, kto by chcel vojst dnu, zadrziz. Vies ako sa to robi?"
"Och ano! Takto," maly Janko Hrasko vykrocil jednou nohou dopredu a namieril pusku bodakom vpred. "Stoj! Kto tam?"

Father thinking of his daughter "Were she a man, she would make an excellent field marshal."

“Some said the liquor here was cut with sulphuric acid, turpentine, and lime oil. It certainly tasted vile. The contents of his cup scorched a path from his lips clear down to his intestines, but it was damn effective. A sign above the bar read “Drunk for a penny, Dead drunk for two."
Tonight, William thought reaching for the bottle, was a two-penny night.”

"My family has a strict regime. I learned in the army that a subordinate must obey his superior."
"You're right," Garanvolgyi agreed. "However, it's quite difficult to maintain discipline at home, because in the family the women are mostly the commanders and the men are the ordinary soldiers." (p. 58. Translation from Slovak)

After the Viennese governess scolds her charge Elise, and orders her to study French, the rebellious noblewoman retorts "Why cannot I study Hungarian? That I wold gladly study."
In the mid 19th century speaking French was cool, while only rebels and plebs spoke Hungarian.