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It felt like Elroy had taken a mallet from the forge and swung it right into my solar plexus.
Nooooo one says this
“I’ll find you, girl! I swear it! Drop that gauntlet or make an enemy for life!”
Why did I just read 9 pages of someone trying to climb a wall
If I didn’t melt down the metal and make something else out of it (very gods-cursed quickly),
What happened to show dont tell
“I can’t even begin to fathom what you were thinking. Do you have any idea what kind of doom you’ve brought down on our heads?”
Okay we get it she shouldnt have come back with here this dumbass gauntlet
But he saw the fire simmering inside me, ready to burn out of control, and for once, it gave him pause.
How can he actaully see this tho?
He was also uncommonly good in bed—the only man in Zilvaren who'd ever made me scream his name out of pleasure rather than frustration.
Such a weird way to us this
He wouldn't have needed to do that if you hadn't encouraged him to gamble!”
Is your brother not 20 fucking 4??
I gave Madra the music she requested. I screamed until I tasted blood and my throat was raw. It
It would havd been way more gangster if she didnt make any noise? So she could die still rebelling?
“It doesn't need brushing if I just tie it back into a braid.” I wasn't stung by the criticism. Seriously, I wasn't.
I cant stand this
“You should be used to that by now, Layne. Or did you spend the last century years forgetting what a shit I am? I'm the Bane of Gillethrye, remember? The Black Knight?” “You’re my brother,” Everlayne hissed. “Though I sometimes wish you weren't!”
Literally what the fuck is this writing
Bellah liked this
“I don't do spells. I'm not a witch. Fae magic isn't some kind of cheap conjuring trick, human. Our abilities are sacred gifts to be used discerningly, for righteous purposes.”
No one actually talks like this
She'd meant it in a more literal sense, as if she and the evil bastard shared blood.
She made it pretty obvious they were related
“I can, actually. I spent the first three decades imagining it in great detail every day. After that, I did my best not to think about it—or him—at all. My heart couldn't take it. And now he's back, and I don't have to wonder what kind of hell he's enduring. Now, I get to watch.”
So that doesnt actually mean you experienced it?
It was hard to see her in pain like this. And she was in pain. You'd have to be blind not to see that she was suffering.
Weve had like no indication that shes in any pain until she said it just then
Do you have any idea what those boots cost me?” “Let me guess. Your virginity.” “Fuck you, Fisher.” “Sure.” He smirked. “But I'm afraid I don't have any new boots to trade you for your time.”
Ayyyyeee
“I don't hate your kind. I'm just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I'm imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
Absolutely no build up to this
Your mind is as shallow as a fucking teacup.
Okay this is a good one
“He wants me to make relics for him. So that more members of the Fae can travel without losing their minds.” “But how are you going to do that?” “She's about to find out.”
It took way too long for them to say this so clearly
A large tent, then. Had to be. Fisher would need a sizable space to house his fucking ego, after all.
My back slammed up against something solid and hard—a bookcase?—but it wasn't the shock of the pain that ripped the air from my lungs. It was Fisher's mouth. His lips crashed down onto mine. For a brief moment, I didn't react. I'd slipped into a daydream. This was a fantasy. It wasn't...it wasn't real.
This is so fucking random
“I can't trust anything,” he whispered breathlessly. And that was when he let me go. When I needed him not to. Right when I needed him to stay and explain what the last one hundred and twenty seconds meant. He gathered up his cloak, swung it around his shoulders, and headed out into the waning light.
No what actually just happened
“ICE BREAKERS! ICE BREAKERS! ICE BREAKERS!” The cry came from outside. “What’s happening?” I whispered. All hell broke loose.
Terrible writing
You were trading that cake back and forth with him for ages.” “It wasn’t cake.” “I don’t care what it was. Just stop sharing food with him.” There
Sorry but what the fuck kind of weird toxic control over her are you trying to implement here
“No. That's not it.” One more step, and he'd be standing chest-to-chest with me again. “What is it, then?” “There's something...between us. You know there is.”
Yucky writing
Graceless gods and holy martyrs.
Sorry what
“Perfect. You're absolutely fucking perfect. If Danya does rip my head off tomorrow, at least now I'll die happy.”
Not too sure why were talking about other girls right now??
There wasn't any. Only a stretching, and a fullness, and an awesome wave
An awesome wave??
“So you see, no matter how much we might want to sometimes, we're physically incapable of breaking our word or telling a lie.”
This is like a major plot point so why are we being told it now
“xWhat's the problem? She was a dirty,
Typo
As if there were some unspoken contract between us, neither of us broke the silence. He moved slowly, though, as if giving me time to change my mind. Rocking his hips forward, he showed me just how hard his cock was and what he intended on doing with it.
Hey so she told you some like really fucked up traumatising shit and you didnt console her like at all and the next day youre tryna make moves??
I'd asked for it, and, sidenote, Fisher and I were now randomly capable of speaking into each other's minds.
The most boring character trait especially done in this blatant way. Like it's a random capability because it's just been thrown in here.
Fisher conjured a wave of glimmering smoke. Spreading over the rug toward me, it circled around my ankles like a friendly cat seeking to be pet. It rose up my legs, making my skin prickle with warmth, leaving luxurious black silk in its wake.
Are we going to explain how he can just make clothes appear with his smoke? Why are we just adding all these random powers in here that make NO SENSE to the characters
Say something. Don't just sit there, frowning like that. Speak! Fisher huffed softly. “I'm thinking,” he said. “Give me a moment.” “Oh, fuck. So that was real, then? You can read my thoughts?” A note of hysteria edged into my voice.
Omg what that was real O:
would not be ignored. I had made an Alchimeran sword. Me. A pickpocket from Zilvaren.
I hade to wait 70% into the book for this?
cushions. I wanted nothing more than to walk away without interacting with Fisher at all, but he caught my hand as I passed him, and I didn't have the energy or the will to pull away. He rested his forehead against my arm, closing his eyes, and a tiny piece of me cracked and broke.
This is maybe the cutest scene theyve actually had together
He leaned into me, resting his head against my stomach, wrapping his arms around my legs, placing his hands lightly on the backs of my thighs, and I held him. Seconds passed. Long minutes. I rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades in circles, hurting, and aching and wishing.
“Urgh. He would not try and fuck a witch.” “No, he's right,” Carrion said with a sigh. “I would. Y'know. Just to say that I'd done it.”
“He's taking her back to Irrìn and then returning to Faulton's Gap by himself to try and smooth things over with the witches.”
This sounds an awful lot like Innish and the Ferian Gap from Throne Of Glass?
My soul was on fire, and I didn't care if I burned for all eternity. So long as I was burning with him, then so be it.
Nice
His fingers worked inside me, the pressure of his hand cupping my sex kindling the beginnings of madness in me.
CUPPING YOUR WHAT
Over the next three hours, Fisher proceeded to fuck me in every room of the apartment.
How about go to fucking bed?
