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No, there was nothing worth stealing at the party below. But up here?
It occurred to him that he would like to steal a dance.
— 4 hours, 55 min ago
It occurred to him that he would like to steal a dance.
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Final Rating: 4
The writing style took me awhile to get into
(Or that might have been due to the book slump I still haven’t successfully been able to get rid of😐)
But either way the last 15-20% of the book was so good seeing them, especially him, realize that something has shifted??
I loved it.
And after that ending, I think I’m definitely going to read the next book, which I really like the cover of!!
— 3 hours, 43 min ago
The writing style took me awhile to get into
(Or that might have been due to the book slump I still haven’t successfully been able to get rid of😐)
But either way the last 15-20% of the book was so good seeing them, especially him, realize that something has shifted??
I loved it.
And after that ending, I think I’m definitely going to read the next book, which I really like the cover of!!
Yrene✨
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It hadn't been love at first sight, but at last sight— gods, at last sight—
Far above, the moon hung like a promise.
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— 3 hours, 58 min ago
Far above, the moon hung like a promise.
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Yrene✨
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He and she sat in the moonlight as lover and beloved.
He hadn't paid attention. He had been stupid-gods, so stupid. He no longer owned his heart.
The thief was unconscious of her crime.
She asked, "Is something the matter?"
And, for once in Osric's life, the lie didn't come easily. It was too enormous. He shook his head and held the truth between his teeth.
— 3 hours, 59 min ago
He hadn't paid attention. He had been stupid-gods, so stupid. He no longer owned his heart.
The thief was unconscious of her crime.
She asked, "Is something the matter?"
And, for once in Osric's life, the lie didn't come easily. It was too enormous. He shook his head and held the truth between his teeth.
Yrene✨
is on page 347 of 370
Afterwards, Fairhrim had fled from him, and left him with an unfinished dance and a fear.
Once again they had met upon a threshold, once again they had reached an Almost, and once again she had fled.
She would never cross over. And he was burdened now, with the memory of a swiftly beating heart, exhilaration and pleasure, and the weight of regret.
He wished he could unkiss her.
— 4 hours, 31 min ago
Once again they had met upon a threshold, once again they had reached an Almost, and once again she had fled.
She would never cross over. And he was burdened now, with the memory of a swiftly beating heart, exhilaration and pleasure, and the weight of regret.
He wished he could unkiss her.
Yrene✨
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"Poor bastard," said Mordaunt. "That suit looks exactly like someone vomited on it."
He turned to Aurienne and added, inconsequentially, "We should dance."
A draughty silence ensued.
"Why?" asked Aurienne.
"To convince him that you've moved on."
"With an episiotomy-scissor peddler?"
"With faults and everything."
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— 4 hours, 48 min ago
He turned to Aurienne and added, inconsequentially, "We should dance."
A draughty silence ensued.
"Why?" asked Aurienne.
"To convince him that you've moved on."
"With an episiotomy-scissor peddler?"
"With faults and everything."
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Yrene✨
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When he was gone, Aurienne allowed herself to fix Mordaunt's hair.
A living Mordaunt would never permit his hair to be in this state; the mess made him look like he must be dead.
It was the excuse she made for herself, anyway, as she ran her fingertips through silver-white strands.
There was no excuse for brushing a gentle hand along his cheek.
— 9 hours, 3 min ago
A living Mordaunt would never permit his hair to be in this state; the mess made him look like he must be dead.
It was the excuse she made for herself, anyway, as she ran her fingertips through silver-white strands.
There was no excuse for brushing a gentle hand along his cheek.
Yrene✨
is on page 310 of 370
BACK AT MORDAUNT'S BEDSIDE, AURIENNE OFF-LOADED HER PILFERED goods onto his (her) bedside table. She descended to the kitchen to fetch boiling water for a few doses of bhreue.
Mordaunt was awake when she returned-still not quite himself, his eyes were unfocused and his greeting was uncharacteristically affectionate (“You're back. I missed you”).
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— 9 hours, 12 min ago
Mordaunt was awake when she returned-still not quite himself, his eyes were unfocused and his greeting was uncharacteristically affectionate (“You're back. I missed you”).
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Yrene✨
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Osric wished to say something witty about how the woman holding his hand and dragging him to her bedchamber was the only thing tempting him into Something Naughty.
Gods, he was cold. Everyone had their collars open and glistened with a sheen of sweat, and he was frozen.
Was this how he was going to die? Hand in hand with Fairhrim on her mother's polished floor?
— 9 hours, 42 min ago
Gods, he was cold. Everyone had their collars open and glistened with a sheen of sweat, and he was frozen.
Was this how he was going to die? Hand in hand with Fairhrim on her mother's polished floor?
Yrene✨
is on page 249 of 370
He might have carried on kissing her to her wrist, upon her forearm, past her shoulder, up her neck. He very well could have. He, feeling her cool skin under his warm mouth, quite wanted to.
In moments like this, one wished to worship a little.
Her wide, shocked eyes reminded him that her hand wasn't, and would never be, his to kiss.
— Feb 11, 2026 04:44PM
In moments like this, one wished to worship a little.
Her wide, shocked eyes reminded him that her hand wasn't, and would never be, his to kiss.
Yrene✨
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She said, "We can help each other."
He said, "I know."
She said, "We don't have to like it."
Osric made no answer. He already liked it. He hated that he liked it.
Her hand in his grew restive. He had held it too long. She pulled it from his grasp and was gone.
He hated that he had come to the waystone whole but left it having lost a piece of himself in two star-brilliant eyes.
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— Feb 03, 2026 08:03PM
He said, "I know."
She said, "We don't have to like it."
Osric made no answer. He already liked it. He hated that he liked it.
Her hand in his grew restive. He had held it too long. She pulled it from his grasp and was gone.
He hated that he had come to the waystone whole but left it having lost a piece of himself in two star-brilliant eyes.
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"You know, it's a good thing I listened to your advice," said Mordaunt.Aurienne, startled from her musings, intelligently replied, "Hmm?"
"Two drinks in and I'm positively mortalled." Mordaunt swirled the remains of his Scotch. "Perfect Aedan is looking for you, by the way."
Aurienne followed Mordaunt's line of sight to the crowd below the balcony, where Aedan was indeed casting about with a glass in each hand.
"Poor bastard," said Mordaunt. "That suit looks exactly like someone vomited on it."
He turned to Aurienne and added, inconsequentially, "We should dance."
A draughty silence ensued.
"Why?" asked Aurienne.
"To convince him that you've moved on."
"With an episiotomy-scissor peddler?"
"With faults and everything."
Aurienne, who revelled in accurate categorisation, hated that she no longer knew what to do with Mordaunt. He was an extraordinary combination of monster and man, of villainous and meritorious, base and noble—and, on occasion, he did good. It changed the anatomical diagram of Mordaunt in her mind. Her labels no longer made sense. The bottles he had found with the suspected Pox virus were undergoing testing at Swanstone; if they came back positive, it would be yet another point in his favour, yet another source of unwished-for gratitude, yet another challenge to her neat categories.