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That is the thing about a rebellious mind: it can never be truly quieted. It always finds a way. Eventually.
Alright, I'm with Noctis 100%, the Allfather is just a cruel egocentric god that made his son kill all of his dragons, f***k him

She had given up on me. On us. Unfortunately, I had not.
“You have never been my enemy.”
Even when I had wanted to drown the world in Darkness, my urge for destruction had never included her.
[...]
If someone were to spill my blood, scatter my very being to the winds, I suspected the remaining tatters of my spirit would still yearn for her somehow

The yearning here is already so good

Oh no... the story remains ok but the romance and the conversations too now are so so cringe. I just can't.

I feel like my opinion is set: good story, classic but entertaining and interesting enough, but I dislike the romance, so insta to the point of eye rolling, I don't believe in it and I don't feel the chemistry at all.

The story and the fmc seem good, I'm not sold on the romance

Alexander and Haven are not as interesting, solo or together, as Lando and Holiday, but the book is still nice and enjoyable

Max ponders this revelation. “Hmm. Can I have a boy cousin?”
“Unfortunately, you don’t get to choose that, buddy. She’s already arrived, and she’s a girl cousin.”
Immediately, Max’s top lip curls in a snarl. “Ugh, girls are yuck.”
And with that, he throws me a withering look, like I’ve somehow let him down.

😂​😂​

I refuse to believe that something temporary could make me feel like my heart is breaking.

<3<3

I realize that I must have been doing it wrong my entire life.
This is how kissing should feel.

“I’m talking about my waterfall.”
“It’s not your waterfall.”
“I’m the only one who goes there.”
Miles clasps a hand to his chest, as dramatic as always. “The waterfall has a special place in my heart. It’s where I lost my virginity. It’s where I ended up with Mabel last Friday.”
“Stop ruining my thinking spot for me.”
“You’re ruining my fucking spot."

I love the brotherly bickering and the romance is so cute

Am I reading another Christmas book despite them never working for me? Yes I am, but in my defence, it's a novella and it's because I want to try book 1 of the series

Not the genre I felt like reading, but after 4 dnf in 4 days at least this is a pretty safe nothing memorable ok read

Well, this seems silly but we'll see if it's in a ok way or absurd way

The romance, great on paper, but I don't feel it much, and there are parts where I'm bored and I have questions about the rules of time travel, they are a bit flimsy. But the story is really beautiful and meaningful.
I'll have to think a lot about how to rate it

I'm always completely in love with Harrow short stories, but full novels so and so, the writing and themes are top notch, but I feel less invested. For now I think it won't be at the level of The Six Deaths of the Saint for me, but maybe 4 stars...

“But fuck the gods,” he whispers. “Fuck the Synod. Fuck the throne and every cursed thing that’s come from it.”
His thumb brushes under my eye. I hadn’t realized I was crying.
“You don’t belong in my world. Leina, you are my world.”

“Don’t make me beg,” she says.
I almost miss the way her lip quivers against mine, the way her eyes fill with vulnerability and nerves before she leans forward again and draws my bottom lip in between her teeth.
But I don’t miss it. And that vulnerable courage—that essence of Leina—is my undoing.
“By the Veil, Leina, you don’t beg for anything. You command and it’s yours. Tell me what you want.”
“You”

Leina’s eyes land on me—those amber eyes, flecked with gold—and just like that, everything else fades.
There’s only her.
And godsdamn, she looks good.
No—she looks dangerous.

Love that he says dangerous. Ryot is growing on me, I feel like I'm starting to actually know and care for him. But he needs to stop being in total boyfriend mode but then pull back to not cross the line...man we all know you love her

Here, it is brutally clear that the gods don’t want us. They need us. We are tools. Pawns. Weapons made flesh. And when we break, they forge new ones.
A gust tears across the narrow ridge, nearly knocking me sideways, as if the mountain heard my thoughts and disapproved.
Good. Let it be angry. I’m angry too.
I keep going, because if the gods think I’ve come to beg, they’re wrong.

Leina is the best

Thalric and Nyrica are something extraordinary. Not loud or performative. Not the kind of bond that demands attention. Just… steady. Fierce in its quiet. A love that’s been forged in fire, tempered by grief, and bound not just by history, but by choice.
We see only snippets of them but they are the cutest
P.S. I have read enough romantasy that I'm pretty sure I know what will be revealed about Ryot

Illusion of Strength. I know this chapter.I’ve lived this chapter. Every time someone calls me quick instead of dangerous;or they say I’m lucky instead of good.When the villagers called me loud,bossy instead of a leader.I watched them tell my mother don’t be so sensitive—like her breadth of emotion wasn’t her greatest strength, And then,after Levvi died and she made herself hard,they said she was a cold bitch

“Tell them what it’s like to wake before the sun just to survive. To bury people you loved and keep moving because no one else was coming to save you. How you learned to bite down on grief, to swallow rage, to choke on endurance.I never said you were weak, you’re behind. But you’re behind in mechanics—technique, footwork, weapons. And that?That we can teach. And that’s Master Ryot to you, now, rebel girl”

And suddenly, being on my knees before a goddess who has never lifted a finger to help us feels wrong. I know I should be expressing supplication and veneration. But instead, I’m angry.
I won’t kneel here. I won’t kneel anywhere.

Still don't know the mmc enough to have an opinion on him; his interest seems a bit insta but it could work. But Leina I'm adoring and want to see her burn it all to the ground

It takes me no time to understand the depth of their ignorance—these men, who claim such power, who interrogate me like I am some unknown quantity, don’t even understand the people who live under their rule.
A sharp, bitter laugh rises in my chest. “Oh, I’m sorry—has the suffering of my people inconvenienced you?”

I'm very into it already! And Leina is a QUEEN

old men had no place telling women what traits made them honourable.