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“It was as if a sculptor had taken a dagger to who he had once been and carved out all the softness.”

‘“…but i’m not getting dressed while you’re in here.”
“that’s too bad.” jacks murmured.
then he was gone.’

SQUEEEEEEE

‘an arrow wished through the air and struck her thigh. she screamed and stumbled as the bolt tore through her flesh. it hurt like a demon, -‘ it hurt like a demon? what??? ok

Alright its good

sometimes, YA is good, and sometimes…it’s like thjs

i was extremely excited for this book but i kind of don’t like it. evangeline’s hair lowkey fugly and why is she such a damsel in distress. and jacks? i don’t like the name, first of all, (but i can get over this) and second of all…that’s it, it’s mostly evangeline

current thoughts
• huda and kamran have to be happening, right? it’s a thing.
• cyrus please allow yourself some joy thanks.
• huda shut the f up
• kamran gtfo
• feeling nervous

“No?” he said, still smiling.
Not trusting herself to speak, she shook her head.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” he said, his smile vanishing. “Even when you lie to me.”

“Her name struck him like a stone when she spoke it, filling his head with the sound of wind and birdsong and a sharp, blistering pain that forced him to turn away.”

eating this up 🍽️

“Were you anyone else, i’d have you executed.”
“Goodness, more poetry.”

“you have consumed my thoughts since the moment i met you.”

“i feel now, in your presence, entirely strange. i think i might fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again.”

“i grow tired,” he said, trying to breathe, “of being in my right mind. i much prefer this kind of madness.”

“the dangerously low cut of her chemise was held up only by a corset, and kamran discovered, to his dismay, that he could not breathe.
the girl was not dressed.”

“she could not name this remedy,”
“his broad chest the ideal place to rest her head,”

“What mere minutes ago might’ve struck him as lunacy now seemed to him as essential: to know what it might be like to hold her.”

“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