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When she bites him and he hits her with:

“Careful, love. I just might like that.”

“But the prince is growing on me.”

My toxic trait is reading sentences like this and constantly screaming, “WHICH ONE?”

“The prince will help you find me.”

Same energy as the Suriel telling Feyre to stay with the high lord.

WHICH ONE????

Death moves faster than brains do

He shoved gloved hands into his pockets. “you have something I want.”
“If it’s my still-beating heart, I’m afraid I must decline.”
“No, but I imagine you’ll end up giving that to my brother one day.”

SCREAMINGGGGGGG

“Grief carved me in half. And fury honed the pieces into a weapon. Now it was time to unleash it.”

I wish goodreads would let me react with GIFs

“Can I have one of the blueberry scones?” I asked—my version of a peace offering.
Xander handed me a lemon scone. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”



Love Xander and his scones

“The next time I saw Casteel, I was going to shove the stupid knife so far into his chest, he would have to dig it out.”

Deceased.

Learning that I like the trope where a character commits a violent act (eg. Stabs someone, rips out their heart etc) and then calmly wipes their hand/knife.

Terrified by my brain reading a fantasy

Jaren’s wit is absolutely delightful

If Tipp dies, I’ll wreck havoc

I want a lot of things, but mostly, I want Libby and Nash together

“Am I late?” he asked Grayson.

“One might suggest that you direct that query toward your watch.”

Finally doing it

“Safira is jealous,” Sorin said, as if I could not guess. “Though after what I heard last night, even I am jealous.”
I raised a brow, glaring. “You were across camp.”
“Trust me, I know.”


DECEASED

I don’t know what this is about but I like the cover

“Not much can kill me,” he said with a flinty smile. “And sympathy wasn’t in the job description.”

“Neither was talking back.”

“I go above and beyond.” Dante shrugged. ”

The banter! The bickering 🥵

“Let her go.” The crowd parted like butter to a hot knife as the young man stepped through, his sneer darker, frightening.

🫠

“Naia chuckled, amused. “Well… she’s got style.”
“She does.” Fel’s voice was distant and his eyes bright, as if he were contemplating something really good.
“I guess you liked it.”
He smiled. “You have no idea how much.”

“My hand, which was on its way to Gul’s face, curls into a fist. I draw it back.”

It’s the little things *screaming*

“It’s time you find your place in the world.”

Cute cute cute

Making me hungry 🤤

There is so much info being thrown at me rn

“He imagines talking to the queen this afternoon: “Well, Your Majesty, the bad news is, the Aphrasian insurgency is alive and well. The worse news is that your brother-in-law, the grand prince, is part of it! The good news is, I caught him. The bad news is, I slew him before I knew who he was. In my defense, he was dressed like a rebel and was about to stab an innocent girl.”

Cackling

Say what you will about the Empress, but she did a good job raising three QUEENS

“If there is wickedness inside you, Rielle,” Audric said hoarsely, his lips in her hair, “then I shall treasure it as I do every other part of you.”

This book is going to be the death of me

“My story is the same as all the others. Everyone I love has died; all my nightmares have come to life. Our world is lost, and so are we. There. Will that make a good story for your collection?”

Morally grey, has never been so grey