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377 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 26, 2021
We are man's marvellous light /I love a good story. I especially love a well-written good story. And this had brilliant prose in spades. When she dropped this banger on page 10,
We hold the gifts of dawn /
From those now passed and gone /
And carry them into the night.
The last time he felt this way was when he found out that his parents were dead. Instead of surprise, this. An exhausted wrung-out space.Sploosh.
Oh and it doesn't even start there.
Robin managed to hold his tongue on something truly unwise like You look like a Turner painting and I want to learn your textures with my fingertips. You are the most fascinating thing in this beautiful house. I’d like to introduce my fists to whoever taught you to stop talking about the things that interest you.
Robin's first impression was still correct. Edwin was not handsome. But from this angle, with that smile like a secret caged in glass, he had... something. A delicate, turbulent, Turner-sketch attractiveness that hit Robin like a clean hook to the jaw.What I wouldn't give to infatuate a book nerd with the power of a right hook.
“Happy? Marrying a man you were barely friends with at the time?”Deadass cheered. No one is owed reciprocation of affection.
This argument had the weakly bitter note of leaves twice-steeped.
“If you loved me enough, you’d have told them to go hang.”
“Yes,” she said.
The vivid expectation of abandonment; the bone-deep resignation to the fact that he would lose the things he wanted, or else never deserved them in the first place.He was a Murderbot-esque character who wants everyone (except Robin, eventually) to leave him alone so he can solve mysteries in libraries.
“I am nothing like you, and yet I feel more myself with you.”
“You woke me up. You're incredibly brave. You're not kind, but you care deeply. And I think you know how much I want you, in whatever way I can have you.”
“it was the way he felt watching edwin read; it was the feeling he had every time his eyes sought edwin in a room and landed on an angle of the man’s face, any movement of those delicate fingers: there you are. i’ve been waiting for you.”