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(cont) 2) I get it already: the sexy Scotsman is a virile young man & his woman can't get enough. Sex in a book doesn't bother me, but either graphically put out or shut up. Fading to black every few pages doesn't impress me.

I like the book well enough, up until Lallybroch. Surely something must happen for the remainder of the book. It's way too early for it to plateau into this field of happiness & Scottish dick

Sigh. My biggest complaints are:

1) Is there a plot to this book? I feel like it could've ended around the halfway mark. Answer: as with many books of the romance variety, the plot is non-existent because we just wanna see interaction between the main couple...only now I just don't care because everything has been coming up daisies for much too long. It's getting boring. (1 of 2)

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

In the words of Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

“How long will you keep her here?” Dorian said, looking down the stairs.

She had attacked the Captain of the Guard in front of his men. Worse than attacked.

“As long as it takes,” Chaol said quietly.

“For what?”

“For her to decide not to kill us all.”

And at last —after all these months— he saw the lethal predator he’d expected to find in the mines. There was nothing human in her eyes, nothing remotely merciful. It froze his heart.

And gods above, Chaol was … well, she blushed to think about just how much she enjoyed him after her body had adjusted. Just the touch of his fingers on her skin could turn her into a feral beast.

She gestured down to her naked body, even though it was covered by the blanket. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not strutting about, boasting to everyone. I certainly would be if I’d tumbled me.”

She didn’t know how long they stood on that roof, tangled up in each other, mouths and hands roving until she moaned and dragged him through the greenhouse, down the stairs, and into the carriage waiting outside. And then there was the ride home, where he did things to her neck and ear that made her forget her own name.

Sexy, sexy!

The kiss obliterated her.

It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.

And then she said, so quietly it was hardly more than a murmur, “I can’t tell if I should be ashamed of wanting to hold you on this day, or grateful that, despite what happened before now, it somehow brought me to you.”

She and Chaol would never be a normal boy and girl, but perhaps in that world they could make a life of their own. She wanted that life. Because even though he’d pretended nothing had happened after the dance they’d shared last night, something had. And maybe it had taken her this long to realize it, but this man— she wanted that life with him.

...she totally just jinxed that relationship.

“You have power in you, Prince. More power than you realize.” She touched his chest, tracing a symbol there, too, and some of the court ladies gasped. But Nehemia’s eyes were locked on his. “It sleeps,” she whispered, tapping his heart. “In here. When the time comes, when it awakens, do not be afraid.” She removed her hand and gave him a sad smile. “When it is time, I will help you.”

In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.

“Well, as long as your men don’t object to seeing you knocked on your ass.”

“We certainly do not object to that,” Ress crowed. Chaol shot him a look, more amused than warning. Ress quickly added, “Captain.”

She’d hardly known where she was going while the gloriella tore through her; all she’d known was that she had to get someplace safe.

And somehow, she had wound up exactly where she knew she’d be safest.

It is only with the eye that one can see rightly.

Maybe it had been a mistake to let him in; because the idea of him thinking that she was weak, that she needed to be protected, made her want to shatter someone’s bones.

His returning pinch told her that he was really going to make her sweat the next time they were in the training room. She grinned.

Sookie, sookie now! ;)

“For what it’s worth, Chaol,” she said. He faced her, his hands in his pockets. She gave him a slight smile . “If she picked Roland over you, that makes her the greatest fool who ever lived.”

The only bright spot had been seeing Celaena so obviously contemplate ways to bury the young lord.

Chaol, there's plenty of room in my book boyfriend harem for you. Now,

Jay grabbed my hand and brought it up to his mouth. His eyes locked on mine as he took my index finger and slowly licked the sauce off of it.

Finally, I’d decided that I was all in. I refused to let my fear of getting hurt hold me back from what might be the best time of my life.

Well, that was a fast turn around. Kinda tired of being told and not showed what's going on.

I’d just met this guy, but in this second, I knew he had the power to hurt me. He had the power to change me and turn me into anything he wanted me to be. And, in this moment, I was willing to be whatever he wanted.

All I can say is:
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A badass break in at a world-renowned library for a book?

Oh yeah, Diana. We could so hang.

How I feel about Baldwin right now:


Frustration level is through the roof!