Serpent & Dove (Serpent & Dove, #1)

by Shelby Mahurin

Lou glared at him. “I like you, Ansel, but this had better be something good. Emilie and Alexandre just had a moment, and I swear if they don’t kiss soon, I will literally die.”

me when someone interrupts my reading. this is so real

“It’s a witch.” He started up the street without a backward glance, ignoring the alarmed looks of passersby. “It’ll burn on earth, and then in Hell.”

I HATE the 'it'

La Dame des Sorcières. My mother.

With my death, the king’s line also would’ve died. All his heirs, legitimate and bastard, would’ve ceased breathing with me. One life to end a hundred years’ worth of persecution. One life to end the Lyons’ reign of tyranny.

Her tears soaked her bodice, ruining the black silk.

Excuse me but what? How do tears from her eyes ruin her dress???

Angelica’s Ring off my finger

How does have it again when it was just on the ground crushed from being stepped on?!?!

“It’s a good hurt.” I smiled and flicked his nose. “Well done, you.”

C’est cela l’amour, tout donner, tout sacrifier sans espoir de retour. That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return. —Albert Camus

Then I blacked out.

I hate endings like these! Say "it all went dark" instead but never "welp i guess i blacked out"

This time, I welcomed oblivion.

See, much better

“No.” Deadly purpose pounded through my veins as I pushed from the wall. “Lou isn’t going to die, Ansel. We’re going to find her.”

Good writing but less than a page ago he was like "i will let her die because she is a witch and I hate her"

I loved him. Deeply. Such a love was not something of just the heart and mind. It wasn’t something to be felt and eventually forgotten, to be touched without it in return touching you. No . . . this love was something else. Something irrevocable.

I knew I would remember him. I would feel his absence even after death, would ache for him to be near me in a way he could never be again. This was my destiny—eternal torment. As much as it hurt to think of him, I would bear the pain gladly to keep even a small part of him with me. The pain meant we’d been real.

Bending low to scratch the cat’s ear, she muttered something under her breath instead. The creature stilled—almost as if it were listening—before slinking away into the fog.

Samhain.

“Why the fuck is everyone in this kingdom trying to murder my wife?”

“Reid,” she said slowly, incredulously, “did you just curse?” Then she leaned over Coco’s arm and heaved bile all over the forest floor.

Reid was here. And he was a witch. And—and he’d just said fuck.

Perhaps I’d died after all. That was certainly more plausible than Reid swearing with such delicious proficiency.