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666 pages, ebook
First published June 30, 2019





I’m still not entirely sure how I got here. The kids from Narnia went through a wardrobe dresser and became kings. The chick from Outlander touched some stones and ended up with a hot kilted Scotsman.
Me, I knock on my neighbor’s door because I hear voices shouting, and the next thing I know, I’m being shoved in a slave pen and referred to as “Tart.”
Hollywood has definitely misled me.
“How is it I’m the immortal and you’re the one that has no clue how a city works?”
I slap his arm, irritated. “Don’t you start that shit with me. You want to know how it works where I live? We go into a tiny little room, sit on a toilet, take a dump, and then jiggle a handle and the magic poo gods take it all away. Whoosh. That’s it. That’s the extent of my knowledge. Once a month I pay the water bill and that’s all I do. So if your stupid city doesn’t work the way my stupid city did, don’t blame me.”
I glare at him, waiting for his answer.
He just watches me. His mouth twitches, just a little. Finally, he says, slowly, “Magic poo gods?”
“You wish to serve me in all ways?" The tone of his voice is arrogant, his expression practically a sneer. He also makes it sound as if serving him is going to have layered implications, and I can guess what some of those layers are by his tone.
All ways means exactly what I think it means.
I do my best to look unfazed and make a joke.
"Does that mean butt stuff? Because I draw the line at butt stuff.”
'I just want to collapse and cry like a child. It seems that every time I turn around, someone's trying to kill us—or just me—and this entire world feels like one big death trap. I want my quiet apartment back home. I want my boring desk job and my boring reruns on television. Did I think my life was humdrum and monotonous? Clearly I was insane. I have a new appreciation for “safe” and “boring” and “quiet.” I'd like any and all of those things.'
↳ home girl gets transported to this other world where there’s gods and stuff. the second she got there, she’s a slave on a beauty pageant in a temple for this prelate to choose (case on point : quote below), and if she’s not chosen, she’ll be killed w/ the other slaves as a sacrifice for the gods by dawn. yay for her, right!
He flicks a hand at the front of my skirt-dress. “I should like to see your breasts. Disrobe.”
So much for being chipper and accommodating. I clutch the front of my dress. “No thanks.”
“What?”
“I mean…no?” I try to smile sweetly. “But ‘no’ in the nicest way, of course.”
He recoils, aghast at my response. “You dare?”
“Well, they’re very shy boobs.” I promise. Something tells me I’m not getting picked.
The prelate flicks his gaze over me one more time. “Pleasant appearance…distasteful personality.” And he moves on.
Sounds like my last annual review at work.'
↳ long story short she’s not chosen. Surrounded by other resigned slaves, Faith was trying to find an out when all of a sudden this naked god of storm showed up in the temple and everyone were shaking w/ fear. that god, our dear Aron, is looking for an anchor to... i guess anchor him? A human anchor works kinda like battery for the gods to recharge by feeding off the anchor’s energy as long as they’re on earth (not earth earth, but their earth). So the anchor eats, sleeps, drink for them. Plus, the only way to defeat the gods are by killing their anchor, it’s a risky role. of course, no one volunteered (it only works w/ volunteers), and Faith figured this was her only way to save her life, so she did.

↳ they’re both clueless & confused, they don’t really know what’s going on / their purpose in this world, that it’s actually pretty funny
Of course, after a minute or two of staring, he continues to ignore me. So much for gods being omniscient. I clear my throat softly, and when that doesn’t get me anywhere, I try again, a little louder.
Aron of the Cleaver turns to look over at me and scowls. “Are you sick?”
“Uh, no—”
“Choking?”
He really does make it hard to like him. “I was trying to get your attention.”
“By irritating me?” He gestures out at the room of revelers. “Do you think I am not maddened enough by these fools? You have decided to join in?”
↳ the first night in that city, we’re immediately thrown into some action. apparently someone wants to kill Aron, and one way to do that is through Faith. of course, they decided to leave that city right at that moment. and so their journey begins, and through it all they bonded (aside from the literal anchor bond)
His eyes narrow and he just stares at me. Slowly, he shakes his head. “You are not afraid of me at all, are you?”
I get goosebumps at that, wondering if this is the set-up for being eradicated by a god’s temper. Being a pain in the ass has got me this far, however, so I lift my chin. “Should I be?”
“I don’t know if I am amused or annoyed. I want to wring your neck and laugh at the same time. It is very curious.”
↳ at first it was only with the purpose of running for their lives from the mob. But along the way, they figured that there’s 4 divided parts of Aron called Aspects ; hedonism, arrogance, liar, and apathy. our Aron is arrogance, which means they gotta kill the other Aspects (hedonism, liar, apathy) before those Arons kill our Aron through Faith. Also so that our Aron can ascent to Aether, and Faith can go home
1. I lie down on the bed, too depressed to even consider what the next few weeks—or hell, months! years!—of my life will be like. I pull the blankets over my head and roll over to face the wall.
"What are you doing?" Aron snaps, rustling the map. "We are discussing strategy. Stop this foolishness."
"Go fuck yourself," I tell him and ignore him. If he wants to be an asshole, I can be one, too.
2. His arm goes around my waist and he pulls me tight against him. I'm surprised when a moment later, he sniffs my hair. A hot flush moves over my body He sniffs my hair again, and I wonder if he's hard right now. Is he overcome with lust for me?
"You smell bad," Aron says. “When was the last time you bathed?”
Man, fuck this guy.
3. ”We require supplies," Aron tells them imperiously. "Food and drink for travel. A mount. And my consort needs a bath."
"Dude, are you going to tell everyone we meet that I need a bath? You're going to give me a complex." I make a face at his back.
"I will until you stop smelling.”
4. There's a stool, but I want to leave that for her, so I move to Aron's side and plop in his lap. "Hope you don't mind if your smelly consort takes a load off, then."
His hands go to my waist and he leans in to murmur to me, "As long as I do not breathe deep, I am fine."
"Prince Charming," I tell him. "You're going to make me swoon with your flowery words.”
5. ”Do not worry, my lovely Faith. You have my undivided attention, I promise you. Shall I spend all night in your bed so you can have your way with me?” He leans in and nips at my mouth.
I don’t know if I want to laugh or cry. “Have my way with you, you say?”
His eyes gleam. “You can tie me down and we can pretend I’m your anchor and you’re the fierce goddess who must lick my cock for endless hours to sate herself.”
6. ”Faith, you don’t understand. I will cease to exist if I die. All of who this Aspect is”—he gestures at his chest—“will be removed from who I am.”
“But you’ll still exist. Aron will still exist.”
“I won’t be the same. He won’t be the same. He won’t know what it means to make the rain stop for a starving farmer and his wife. He won’t know what it’s like to race away from a crumbling citadel and have glass picked out of his back. He won’t know what it’s like to hold you close.”
My breath catches in my throat.
He caresses my face. “I told you once that you’re my heart, Faith, and I mean it. You’ve shown me a different way of looking at things, and not just because you like to argue.” His hard mouth curls into a hint of a smile. “I learn from you. I learn to think about how my presence affects others. I think of how I can be a better god to my faithful. Every day that I am here on the mortal plane with you changes me, Faith. I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want to lose you.” He smiles. “That’s why I’m going to win.”
7. 'Yeah, Aron’s a jerk and a half, but I still love him. His arrogance is the perfect foil for my salt. He doesn’t care that I’m a potty mouth, that I’m surly in the morning, or that I have a soft heart underneath all my vinegar. He likes all of that about me

“I don’t know if I am amused or annoyed. I want to wring your neck and laugh at the same time. It is very curious.” “Well, you didn’t ask for obedient volunteers, just volunteers,”
✔️a slowburn
✔️good worldbuilding without exposition dumping
✔️an interesting plot
✔️a grumpy hero who gets super soft for the heroine but stays mostly an asshole to everyone else
✔️good banter
✔️a heroine who's smart, funny, kind, quick thinking, not emotionless but not overrun by her emotions

"I want to press my hands to my forehead and cry. I want to collapse, but I know all of that won’t do any good. So I take a deep, shuddering breath, straighten my shoulders, and try to figure out where I am."
"Fuck this guy. Fuck all these guys. I’m going to go out fighting, I tell myself. This isn’t the end. There has to be more to why I’m here than to just die in a pile of anonymous blondes."








