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“She wanted desperately to return home, to fall at her parent’ feet and grow roots there, at the base of their bodies.”

i’m about 7% through and i actually have no idea what’s happening. who is the devil? but he is the prince? not sure about this

dnfing this shit

so far, morning star feels like pain and everybody almost dying all the time

i’m so angry with chapter thirteen. they ruined a perfectly paced beginning to this book. fuck this initiation

I don’t have the words to describe my initial horror, revulsion, pain, and relief.

“I gorge myself on breakfast and my friend’s banter.”

“it’s me,” he says. “it’s always been me, boyo.”

oh…oh my GOD OH MY GOD HOW DOES IT WORK

“modern war is fearing the air, the shadows, fearing the silence. death will come and i won’t even see it.”

“…I long for the cold, quiet nights before love when it was only lust and hunger, where we could kiss in secret, hearts fluttering, like two little birds realising they might build a nest together after all.”

“may the furies guide your swords and the fates bring you home. till then, my love is with you all.”
i have a feeling everything is about to change.

eek

not sure why i’m struggling so much to get into this! i think it might be a genre slump situation because it is so good otherwise…the betrayal?! i just gasped a chapter ago so this is a good sign, we move

‘more dead in my path. how many will it take?’

confused but loving it

‘…said people would always look to me. she believed i had some quality, some essence that have hope. i rarely feel it in myself. there is none in me now. just dread. inside i feel such a boy — angry, petulant, selfish, guilty, sad, alone — and yet they look to me.’

i’m not entirely sure what’s happening. it’s not addictive, but it is quality — it’s so, sooo good.
the way darrow’s mind processes and works is very enjoyable to read. i love the direction of his character, and with what has just been happening i am very anxious to see what occurs next….

basic aah names. repetitive vocab.

so far, i’m annoyed with how often bad gelling hair is mentioned. also, still adjusting to urban fantasy. gabby is also a bit annoying, but i think i like the idea and magic world.

one sentence in, and pierce brown has me by the throat. this is so fucking good.

‘golden armour blotted out the suns. but vengeance was going to have to wait.’

so far i’m a little frustrated but enjoying the ride.

‘words are a weapon stronger than he knows. and songs are even greater. the words wake the mind. the melody wakes the heart. i come from a people of song and dance. i don’t need him to tell me the power of words.’

‘…i am right, he is wrong. i am the spark that will set the worlds afire. i am the hammer that cracks the chain.’

cutting off your own hand is crazy.

‘blood drips onto my face, warms my body. it is my friend’s.’

‘like how we must live for more?’
her words strike my heart. they echo through yime from another’s lips. live for more. more than power. more than vengeance. more than what we’re given.