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She’s really giving in to the haggard old witch stereotypes now, c’mon Circe

Very cool story so far, and great writing.

“the grudges of the gods are as deathless as their flesh”

“The feathers of the bed murmured against each other”

“He stood up — I will not say gracefully, for he was too solidly built for that — but easily, like a door swinging on a well-fitted hinge.”

Glaucos… like glaucoma?! Taking and taking until the good is all gone and things left are useless. Work vocabulary consumes my thoughts.

“Divine days fall like water from a cataract“

“the rich green of forests, the jagged mountains, and the wide out-flung blue of the ocean”

“My other uncles ran to my father’s palace. . .fears spilling from their mouths.”

Now why would you care about the kid you liked when you were fifteen?

See? Quick, easy read

LISTEN, listen, I KNOW Colleen Hoover SUCKS, but I got this book for my birthday and I need a quick read. I also want to watch the movie

“there's still a bright sky due to Alaska's bloated daylight hours in the summertime, and my soul feels the bloat”

“I try tugging the sliding door shut but it's on the wrong track, so I push that door away from me and grab another one, which is still wrong, and then re-push and re-pull until I get this home-cooked slide puzzle challenge right, all those seasons of Survivor culminating in this one moment. But will I win immunity?”

“He stands up. . . and impales me like it’s nothing. And I wrap my legs around him like it’s everything.“

“I hate that phrase. ‘I was worried about you.’ Frannie uses it all the time. It skirts around the truth. Rather than own their own feelings, the sense of rejection or disappointment or whatever they experienced in reaction to something I did, they find a way of making themselves bigger and me smaller. I'm the one they have to worry about because they're the adult and I'm the child.”

“a look of concern on his cream of wheat face”

“‘Would anyone be offended if I say a pre-meal prayer for the group?’ he asks. Frannie looks like she might cum.”

“I thought it might be nice to be the more wanted one, but it's uncomfortable. To feel how eager he is to please me, to accommodate me. The unevenness reeks.”

Agh, her writing is just so readable.

“The offer hangs in the air for a second, the kind of second where a full four-course meal of emotions is devoured within it. Regret, then nervousness, then anticipation, then dread. All chewed and swallowed and partially digested, mixed with saliva and swirling around, just waiting. And waiting. And waiting.”

I have to admit: I can see why she is coming out with another book😔

“They were petty and cruel and drank the magic of the land like wine.“

“she was bent and shaped and directed by the sound”

Chapter 49 and 50 is the best work Sarah J. Maas has done in this series. Astoundingly well written.

Chapter 49 and 50 is the best work Sarah J. Maas has done in this series. Astoundingly well written.

So intriguing. Does my brain crave science or something because I’m eating up all the descriptions and measurements and conversions

“Her eyes slid down to the red stones. And when they again lifted to his face, the unholy fire in her stare was gone. Replaced by something so dead and vacant it was like gazing into the unseeing eyes of a fallen soldier on a battlefield. He'd seen crows pick at eyes that dead.”

“She let her breathing saw in and out of her.”

The break between books was absolutely necessary because I am happy to report that I am enjoying this one. Maybe I was just sick and tired of Feyre honestly.

“Somehow, Nesta had become the ghost.
Worse than a ghost. A wraith, whose rage and hunger were bottomless, eternal.”

It has begun.

“Cassian‘s head spun, and the relentless itching resumed, like fingers trailing along his spine, his legs, his scalp.”

“There was night, and there was the darkness of extinguishing a candle, and then there was this. Not only the true absence of light, but... a womb. The womb from which all life had come and would return, neither good nor evil, only dark, dark, dark.”

“The cold of the gaps between stars, the cold of a world before light.”

“But when the time came to put away the wolf, she’d found it had devoured her, too.”

Bruh, they gonna do it or not?

“It was as if he had kept my dreams safely tucked away next to his all this time. Like whether or not I achieved them was just as precious to him as it was to me.”

“So, I bowed my head and kept my wrists devotedly together, forever caught in his invisible grasp.“

“He’s the only one standing still amid the maelstrom.“

“the sound is light and giddy, like a child’s surprised delight at seeing bubbles for the first time”

Some good lines! There are lots of inconsistencies that I’m a little upset about. Her aunt is only bad at English on the first page, and Peppy Teenager is Happy on another page. Idk, I just feel like her editor could’ve worked harder.

“My ‘todays’ would never look the same, but the dishes were still dirty.”