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"I'm really struggling with fatigue," he said. "Like, I'm just so tired sometimes I can't get out of bed. Even if I don't feel sick in any other way. No fever, no nausea, but I'm just too tired to do- well, anything."
His doctor, with his fierce energy, only looked at him and shrugged. "Listen, Graham. You're getting over a serious illness."

...unchecked depression, maybe? 🙈 Poor Graham

The face he revealed was dark with blood from lying face down in the water. The top layer of skin was loose and slouching away; a young man's bloated face pressed through beneath. A rust-coloured bubble appeared and popped in the corner of a swollen eye. The smell struck Graham with near physical force.

...bon apetit, anyone? 😳😅 Damn the author has a way with words!

Oh...I don't know what it is about this book, or if my mood contributes, but I'm being hit with some pretty strong childhood nostalgia. You know, curling up hiding under a blanket with a flashlight so I can keep reading.
It's making me tear up, ngl. I love it so far 💙
Have a very cozy day, everyone 🫂

You can't give me such a socially awkward character like Matts and expect me to be normal about them - so, yes I love him, yes he's my stray, no I'm not crying over him what do you mean, my antihistamines just stopped working for a bit. Rude.

Finally locking in ❤️❤️😭😭

This book will give me all the fluff and feels I actually want and need right now so it would be great if real life fucked off so I could actually READ 🫩 This time it's too much formaldehyde fumes making my eyes look like a goddamn albino rabbit and rendering them useless 😑😑

👁️👄👁️
Bro. Nah. WHAT. The last quarter was INSANE?? The author lulled me with a slow pace, then grabbed me by the neck and dragged me down the rollercoaster without letting me breathe. What the hell!
I need to process. And decompress. And assimilate. And...mostly go to sleep. Even though I crave a drink 💀 That page count felt like nothing, woah.

"Look, boy. Every time there's an outbreak the guild requests all sorts of things, barrels of fresh water, coal for the fires, gold to distribute medicine. You know what we got last time? Carts. To haul the bodies. That's it. The king told us to go fuck ourselves an' wasn't shy about it."

Gotta love how it's always the same, be it medieval fantasy, or contemporary reality 🥴

I've always loved stories of the lorelai. Men consider them monsters - but what do they do that is so monstrous? They simply sit on the rocks, naked and singing. If men see their nakedness as an invitation, and their enjoyment as something to be ruined, what fault is that of the lorelai?

💯💯💯

"You will not have him, boy. Not now, not ever. He's safe with us until the day he brings your doom. But I wonder - would you have lost any sleep over this? Would you feel any guilt at all if you'd come in here and slaughtered an innocent child?"
Her dark eyes narrowed.
"Let's find out."

God I love when villains are painted in the shades of gray 🫪

"I thought since they loved me it would be enough."
"You're not Jesus, Demetrius. Don't let them nail you to a cross."

Ufff, there's something about the combo of religious trauma and trans protagonist that hit just right, in the most heartbreaking sense.

He had, in fact, spent his life with men. And if, in those circumstances, one played the fool with other fellows, as he had at school, and college, or had a particular friends, as he had in the army, well, that was only natural. Men had needs.

🤣🤣 Meet Denial, the third MC. Who's gonna tell poor Curtis that he's got game, just not with women? 👁👄👁

"Well, I beg your pardon for imposing myself on you. Next time you may pick your own locks, solve your own problems, and suck your own cock. Good night, Mr. Curtis."

🫪🫪 Daniel da Silva, that's queen behavior and I applaud you 👑👏 Love me a sassy man!

I would love to say I'm enjoying it but the flaws in the writing and character work are starting to overshadow the great unsettling atmosphere 🥲
(also, could Vilda's eyes stop sparkling and glittering? For someone who's supposed to be this quiet, strongly manipulative character, she does nothing but exist and sparkle 🙈)

Trent's voice managed to break through when it rose above the rest to state in a clear and carrying voice that, if she did kill her baby, she should be arrested. And punished.

...aah. Anti-abortion laws now fully implemented. Now I understand the "a (should be) dystopian" 🙈 Very close to where we're all currently heading...

I think the problem, my problem, started when I cast her as the Love Interest in the Coming of Age drama of my life. Confirmation bias did the rest. That's why it took me so long to see her for what she really was, and what I was becoming because of her...Now, here we are. Watching the world burn.[...] All because I fell in love with the antagonist of my own story.

What an opener, damn!! 👀

"My whole life, I've never loved anyone like I love you," I whispered. "How can you expect me to cast you back to the water when I've only just found you?"
He sighed and looked despairingly up at me through the bars. "So says every man who has ever hooked a fish."

My heart 😭💔 I'm definitely in a crying mood 😭

I'd gotten so used to being treated like I couldn't feel pain; I was a machine meant to labor until the gears failed and I became just another punchline to a white man's joke. But I was one of Río's seashells in his hands - treasured, precious, apt to shatter if pressured too hard.

Stop this is so beautiful 😭 Tenderness usually leaves me cold but IT WORKS HERE 😭❤️

"I do not understand humans, but I think I'm beginning to understand you."
"You are?"
"You heard the whistle, and so you came to soothe my ears with music."
I cleared my throat and pulled my cap lower over my eyes. "So?"
He tilted his head thoughtfully and, in English, said, "So, your name suits you too, Boy Named Kind."

...I'm in love with these two 🫠 😭❤️

El tritón no longer faced us, exposing a set of diagonal stripes across his back, ribbed and red where the net had held him. He was curled tightly into the corner now, with one webbed hand wrapped around his bruised arm and the other fisted in his hair.
[...] Pain looks the same in merpeople as it does in humans.

🥺 a surefire way to assault my emotions 🥺

Istg I'm excited to finally lock in and read this because the fact that I haven't been able to engage my brain with anything this entire week is killing me 😩 Forty pages in four days. Atrocious 😭
But the weekend is coming, so let's finally meet Benigno and his merman properly ❤️

I could NOT put this down, damn... I have to sleep on this one 🫪
I'm gonna regret this in the five and half hours my alarms is supposed to start screaming lol but sacrifices must be made 🫡

I hate him for this. I hate that my mother is keeping me in the closet with a hand around my throat, when my father - one of the most disgusting, violent, depraved men on the planet - accepts me for who I am in thirty seconds flat.
I hate that being a boy means I'm proving everyone right about how terrible I am. I hate that being a man means I'm a man like him.

I'll need a good scrub down after this 💀

Sometimes I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, and ask - am I actually autistic, or did my parents never teach me to be a person? Did Dad ruin me so early, so totally, that my brain failed to develop properly? Checking the lock on my bedroom door five times isn't a symptom. Neither is wanting to hurt people, and neither is whatever made Alyssa call me a heartless psychopath last year.

Unapologetic punches

With Morgan's father being a serial killer, I didn't expect to loathe his mother on this level 💀🫪 What a narcissistic waste of oxygen, this lovely lady.

Trueblood went on talking. "It also means what happened is mine to protect. You have a door inside you that read Arcodolori. I stand in front of it now. I forgive you everything that happened inside and if anyone else wants to go in there and judge, they have to come through me first."
Fen cried hard. A short but violent storm that left a damp patch on the kepten's shirt.

😭😭

Their hands touched, closing around the bit of silver for a breath in. A breath out.
Fen looked away, biting his lip. "Did you look for me while I was gone?"
Trueblood nodded. "I didn't like not being able to find you."

😩😩 nfhcsdg sorry to everyone here, I'm being very annoying about this book, and I have zero regrets ❤️

A story asks for little. Really all it wants and needs is a listener.
Fen's tale is his to tell, and he has his reasons for not telling. Among them is a lack of sympathetic ears.
[...]This is but a fragment of Fen's story, legantos. If he can live it, we can hear it.
We can listen to learn it. Learn it to tell it. Tell it to teach it.

😭😭 Sobfest number 2, coming right in 😭

What the fuck was he crying about anyway? He never cried. After what he'd been through, nothing was worth his tears. No trial or tragedy could make Fen il-Kheir break down. Nobody fucked with his autonomy or his agency and no one made him do anything he didn't want to.
No one except Pelippé Trueblood.

😩🫠 oh this is gonna be delicious 🤌🤌

If the needle of Raj's compass turned in all directions, Lejo's only pointed to right and wrong. He led his brothers away from trouble not worth their time, guiding them toward trouble they could fix.
[...]His needle had a keen edge for stray animals. Kepten True drew a firm line against pets on the ship, so Lejo was always bereft when they set sail.

Precious baby, I love Lejo 😭😭

"Don't do that."
Daniel looked up. "Do what?"
"Laugh at yourself like it's somehow your job to lighten the mood."

😭😭 Yang speaking facts that slap 😭 That man is so damn considerate AND competent, I'm swooning ❤️