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Ohhhhh for crying out loud, Leigh! Ffs!

"I solved your fucking puzzle." But whose puzzle was it? The donors got together and they consulted their ancient texts and they hired an architect and they built a Gauntlet and a tower and they let their mice loose in the maze, but who was watching? Who was judging? If she had been called, then who was on the other end of the line? God or the Devil? What if it was no one at all?

Actually totally valid Q.

This book is killing all my reading vibes (unfortunately) so it needs to end today. Sorry, Leigh.

taking a week off and going to the most normal, magic-free place I can find."
"Lovington, Iowa."
"What?"
"It has the lowest concentration of magic anywhere in the United States."
Turner stared at him. "Maybe I'll take two weeks off."

So would I, Turner. So would I.

These long drives and these even longer conversations are really dragging out...

Dawes cocked her head. "Are you blushing?"
"No."
Dawes made a noncommittal noise and murmured. "In blood loss veritas."

Insert snort-laugh 🤭

"What else happens in that passage of the Inferno?" Alex demanded.
"You're actually asking me to hold forth on a classical text?"
"That's right, Darlington. Talk Dante to me."

I didn't just choke on my giggle, no I didn't 😌

There were violin prodigies, people who could pick up a language after hearing it once. Alex had mastered the art of the fuckup—elaborate, operatic, inevitable.

Nothing I love more than a strong start to a book 😌🤭

(also, yes, I reposted this because the 'lol' I wrote right next to the sentence in the book got copy-pasted on the update hehe)