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It is Not "she lay her head" because there is an Object. The head is laid. Therefore it is LAID her head. (!!!!!) It's really such a simple rule. If you are laying something Else-- eggs, dishes, a part of your own body--then it's lay, laid, laid. If you, or some other thing, are lying down, by your own self, Then, and Only then is it lie, lay, lain. Sheesh!

Reading along enjoying the book and then a song pops up. I hope there's nothing important in there because I'm honestly skipping them all.

Did I accidentally pick up The Hobbit? What's with all the songs?!

Julie Anne Long has such a way with an intense scene. *sighs* So loving this.

Philippe hadn’t thought. He simply hadn’t thought. He’d simply bolted through the dark, like an animal sprung from a trap, because he would do anything for her. He simply could not differentiate what was best for her or for himself, because they seemed one and the same. And he supposed that was what happened when someone else was your heart. You couldn’t help what you did.

Her hands slid up to latch around his neck . . . . . . and somehow he was falling; no, he was floating. He wasn’t memories or demands, he wasn’t duty or revenge; he thought he was his purest self, perhaps for the first time ever.

It was just . . . She stopped. The break in his voice when he’d said the word “home.” That little break was very like a crack in his facade through which light poured. How she longed to see through to the other side.

FINALLY.