Of Blood and Aether (Harbingers, #1)

by Harper Hawthorne

“He who has been chosen, this star-split soul, shall be the Catalyst to this prophecy of mirrored fates. He is our reckoning. The other, our deliverance. Together, they are our salvation.”

Mmc + Fmc calling it

I entered the holding cell at a leisurely pace, casually examining my fingernails.

Everything reminds me of my pookie Rhys

I preferred my quarries conscious and consenting.

The bare minimum

I took advantage of the opportunity to do the very same, and I liked what I saw.

Bi king?

because now those lips were now parted slightly with the corners upturned in a hint of a smile.

Grammar issue

And good gods, he was tall.

Dont beat me over the head about it please

“An observant one, apparently,”

This dialogue is feeling clunky

lackadaisical

Why are we constantly using such complicated words?

The Elders that I stood before on the day of my trial were the very ones who saved the world, built the Studium, and led mankind into an era of innovation and safety.

Something smells fishy

Why couldn’t I just leave her alone?

Im wondering the same thing

frisson

Stop

I could not get that godsdamned woman out of my head, and that was… exceptionally unlike me.

There's no real plot to this book, huh?