Kindle Notes & Highlights
Grief is a language I’ve become fluent in, but acceptance is a dialect I cannot speak.
This time, I won’t just listen. This time, I’ll speak back to the ghost that refuses to let me go.
Uh oh, rule number 1..nver answer the voices in the woods
I am a collector of sounds, a connoisseur of emotions I can no longer feel myself.
This is what I am. A killer of hope. A thing of bone and nightmare.
The world is full of teeth, and I have seen the things that wear them.
And my heart, I now understand, has chosen the darkness.
I didn’t just feed the curse, Lyssa. I reveled in it. I was a connoisseur of fear.”
My mouth crashes down on hers, but it is not a kiss. It is a claiming. A desperate, savage fusion of bone and soft flesh, of death and life.
a desperate, hungry fusion of bone and flesh.
Repetitive. Once was good, twice is too much
“What you have with him, what I have with Kaerith—it is not a gentle thing. It is a constant negotiation with a beautiful, deadly storm. His love will not tame the monster inside him. It will only give that monster a new and more terrible focus. The hunger doesn’t go away. It just… redirects.”
We are two ancient beasts, bound to this place by the fragile life of a single human.
This is like the 6th repeat in 4 chapters, feeling like the second half of the book is not going to be as good
My guilt does nothing for Lyssa. It is a selfish, indulgent emotion that centers my own pain rather than hers.
I am choosing to walk away.
All he does is whine
learning to love without burning.”
learning to love without burning.
Repeats on the same page now. Im so over this book, im only reading dialogue at this point
