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Woof. This is pretty painfully juvenile.

IDK, if it were me I would take up the handsome friend that wants to marry me and get the cure for my brother and go live by the sea in the north instead of risking everyone's lives out of... pride? But then I guess we don't have a book.

God I love yearning and emotional devastation.

She figured it out! Finally.

Come on, Nym! I'm going to need you to figure out the ~twist ASAP. If I have, you surely should have too!

(That said, if I'm wrong, I will apologize.)

“That’s a lot of sentimentality to bear in one go”

I think the cozy genre just isn't for me, but on the strength of Emily Wilde, I will finish this one.

Oh yes, we've entered PEAK yearning territory.

I wish I was reading this on a dark, rainy night in October!

“His hands fell away from me, his fingers flexing when they reached his sides.”

Oh, I know what you are.

This is absolutely scratching an Aragorn/Arwen itch I didn't realize I still was so attached to.

I don't remember much about this one so am going to re-read in anticipation of the newly released Dawn of the North!

She turned to me. “Next winter will be my thirty-ninth.” “As it will mine. What are you saying? I hope it is not that we are old.”

“Yes, I agree. He is a resolute one, Lady Edie. Dauntless. Mysterious, even, our captain. I do not know that women have much of an effect on Alric. But,” the king continued his speculation, “did you bewitch him and not even know that which you were about? The enticement of a man, even one as coldblooded as my captain, can be accomplished with the right woman. Are you, Lady Edie, that woman?”

After DNFing her previous series, I have to say I am super loving this!

“Have you had much practice cutting holes into humans?” Diya drawled.
“Not as much as you,” he said when he came up for breath. He wiped his greasy mouth.
Diya shrugged modestly. “I cut many holes into two people. Is it the quantity of holes or quantity of people we measure?”
“All right,” I interrupted loudly. “I would like to enjoy my meal, please.”
“No one is stopping you,” Diya said.

"She had the temperament of a deranged goose."

Same.

"She seemed determined to recite the story precisely as her mother had. My hand twitched at my side, driven to reach for the girl. Your mother loved you, I almost said. She filled you with stories."

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