At the End There Was You (Blue Fairytales, #1)

by Wendy Heiss

“It is but the simplest. Effortless. Certainly, something we think of often, but we do not indulge it unless the nights are long or suddenly our skies feel grey or our heart feels empty. The thought of death is passing. Happiness is passing, too, but we chase it. Persistently. Constantly. We dream of it. Though we dream of death, too, but not because we want it.” She chewed on her lip. “Unless it is one of the above again. It does that—death does that, it chases us instead, even if it is in our dreams. And when we wake up, we decide to not think of it. But if it was happiness we dreamed of, we recall it, share it with others, laugh at it or daydream it over and over until that dream remains like a sock with a hole that we often see at the bottom of our drawer but are reluctant to throw even though socks with holes can’t be used much.”

What in the actual frick are you talking about??? I thought this was a cutie novella stop making me think

Normally when she blabbered her mind off, people only sighed, ignored or yawned at her, they rarely ever got angry at her.

No bc I’m pissed

“What good am I for then?” “Talking, it seems.”

My thoughts exactly

She did not care for the wounded pride of a Mage, but she was worried about her spleen.

wtf does your spleen have to do with anything

“Do you believe everything you are told by strangers?” “You're not a stranger.” “You’re not naive, but it seems you have a fault for not doubting intentions.” “Sounds like you very kindly called me naive.” “Kindness is not what I’m known for.” “Obviously,” she muttered under her breath. He narrowed his eyes on her. “Where did they find you?” “I found them.” “That explains most of it.”

The dialogue is so… inexpressive. I’m having a hard time pinpointing exactly what about it I’m disliking so much. It’s bland and terse, yet out of nowhere comes a verbose run-on sentence of pretentious word vomit that falls short of the profound philosophical air it’s clearly trying to exude. I need them to loosen up a bit and calm the fuck down with the ostentatious pretense.

“You can take a break,” he said after a while. “Will you?” “I have no need for one.” She nodded to herself despite her wrists being on the brink of falling off. “Neither do I then.” “On the basis of my needs?” “On the basis that this is clearly important enough for you to sacrifice rest. I will, too.” “I didn’t ask for a martyr, Winter, take a break.” “Oh, but imagine when this is all over, they’d write books about me. The priestess who died of exhaustion whilst defending the fate of the world.” “Theatric.” “We have to romanticise our lives somehow.”

*sigh* just please read my last comment.

We haven’t had rain in months, I guess autumn is truly here. Not with us here, I mean,”

I don’t get it

“Just because things can be worse than they are, does not mean they are not already bad enough.

👏👏👏

“Eat your peas, they are good for you.” Azriel would rather ask for that spleen. “They are disgusting.”

I love peas 🤡

“You are also human.” “Very astute. Though the High Priestess would like to argue on that. She thinks I am a ghost set to haunt her.” He looked at her then, his eyes raking slowly over her face. “She might not be wrong. I think you’re haunting me, too.”

Oh 🥹

“Feeling sorry for me, Winter, or for the world?” “Can’t it be both?” “Why not neither? What does feeling sorry really do for either of us?” “Nothing. But it makes me feel human. To care is what makes us all human.” “Being human is what caused this.” “Did Death tell you that?” “Death doesn’t tell. Only show.” “Well, he should learn to communicate better then.” “Why should he learn to communicate when humanity can simply learn to be humane better?” “You have a point.” He raised a single brow. “I do?” “You seem surprised.” “Where have your sympathies gone?”

I hate, hate, *HATE* their dialogue. Can we please cease with the melodramatic philosophical garbage and get on with progressing the nonexistent chemistry

“He might not be wrong.” “You don’t truly believe that, or you wouldn’t be here helping.” “Perhaps I was forced, coerced.” “You don’t seem like one to be coerced.” “You’re assuming.” “It isn’t hard.”

They sound like robots

“We came to Fessas for marshmallows?” Winter asked incredulously. “If you’d sell your soul for them, I supposed they were important enough.” She blinked up at him. “You do know what they are, right?” “Your little friend said they are small, white, soft and sweet, so I suppose it is some sort of animal. Perhaps a small cat?” Winter threw her head back and laughed. “No, it is something you eat.” “If you think they taste good, I don’t see why it should stop us.” “Az, they are sweets. No cats involved.” He frowned to himself. “I see.”

Lol

“I don’t think I was looking at the world, Winter. I thought trivial things were just trivial things, didn’t know they mattered enough to make one happy or sad.”