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His Majesty, Sangur the Lame,
Sangur the Lame is actually my alter-ego
If Sangur the Lame
I can’t read Sanger the lame and not laugh
She was a challenge to look upon without wincing, but he very much liked her wry humor.
Sounds like a great foundation for a marriage
She wanted to help, but she knew nothing of combat and was already a hindrance to those who would guard her. Except for her eating knife tucked into her belt pouch, she was weaponless. The best she could do was follow Anhuset’s instructions: stay out of sight and out of the way.
I love a FMC like this
I’m assuming that prima dulce = royal side chick with job security
“My parents will loathe you, wife.”
The most perfect thing to say to your new betrothed
“What sacrifices would those be, Your Majesty? I see only a groom returned home with a bride after an admittedly dangerous trip. He bears no wounds, no scars, and possesses all his limbs. I haven’t yet had the time to henpeck him to death.”
FMC’s are hard to write and sometimes have a hard time winning me over, Ildiko is an exception to this. I’m quite fond of her already
Ildiko suffered through it with stoic aplomb.
So glad I’m reading this on a kindle where there’s a dictionary at my fingertips. I fear my vocabulary is not as diverse as I thought it was
without heavy tariffs
Even reading the word tariffs makes me wince now
Ildiko was asleep in the saddle, kept upright purely by her body’s instinctive memory of how to ride.
….that isn’t how horseback riding works
He could block out the image but not the grotesque sound—a
This same thing happens to me when I think back to when I broke my collar bone. I can make the thought of it going away, but the sound stays
“Cousin or not, you’re a fine figure of a man.”
That’s some Mississippi shit
Ildiko embraced her lover, her husband, her best friend and counted herself a most blessed wife.
If that ain’t the cutest sentence. It makes me want to go hug my husband, but unlike me he’s sleeping like a loser(it’s 2AM-I have issues)
“Thought is often wiser than speech,
Adding this to my list of wise shit to tell my preteen sister so she doesn’t end up like me
“Woman of day,” he said slowly. “You mean everything to me.” No amount of blinking this time held back Ildiko’s tears. They streamed down her cheeks to drip off her chin and onto Brishen’s shoulder. “Prince of night,” she said in a watery voice that echoed another moment when she’d greeted him with the same words. “You’ve come back to me.”
Oh, I’m sobbing
“It’s a shame you’re my son,” she purred. “You would have made a magnificent consort.”
Ending this book on an absolutely revolting note, thank you Secmis
