average human’s Reviews > One Small Echo > Status Update

Ok. I just finished the book and the patreon chat stories. This took me embarrassing long to read. 2 and a half months (almost 3). But I have to say it was a pleasant read. I love Jane and this is my first Heterosexual book from her. All of the cast was unique and humorous. And I think this took me so long because I built this up to be so great in my head and saved/ avoided it for so long I became uninterested.

Kinda anticlimactic ending. But hey. Look it’s Chasin’s pov

Only this time had been different for Chasin, on account of Dread tasting something inside the Quiet that stirred his curiosity and hunger.
It’s growing closer, Dread rumbled.
It is? Now Chasin was interested. He surveyed the survivors stumbling out of the Quiet, his gaze snagging on a woman with a cane.

OH MY GOSH. I FORGOT RION WAS LESBIAN/ maybe bi? . OMG POOR POOR RION.

As we are quickly approaching the end. I have a prediction: Echo. During the wedding ceremony will panic. And use her shadowing power to order the king to either absorb both marriages or allow her to marry Chasin instead of Ceran.

It’s almost been a month. But I’m back. Again.
Hopefully for good.

You’re very good at this, Hymn said quietly, sounding awed.
I like it, she decided internally. Everything is under my control … and things will turn out exactly the way I want them if I do things in the right order. And there’s no old man beating me with a cane.

I’m back. It’s been a while since I’ve read.

Boots on marble, the footsteps measured and unhurried, but more importantly, audible.
Chasin wanted her to hear him coming.
The temperature dropped.
Hymn coiled so tightly around her ankle that it was painful.

No notes. I just love this stinking book.

Are you really going to use the second sight all night? Hymn asked, as Eiko stood by the refreshments table and popped another cream puff between her lips.
She was parting her golden chains with one hand so that the cream puffs had an unobstructed pathway to her mouth.

Ugh I love the use of rhymes and poems in this book.

Vana’s gaze flickered, eyeing her carefully. “They’ll dress you up, they’ll lace you tight, make you sparkle.” Her voice dropped. “Breed you right.”

More than half way through the book and not much going on between Mc and ml. Which means this will be a dreadful slow burn.


Suddenly, she felt the cold kiss of glass against her cheek, and then a little cork stopper briefly pressed into her lower lip.
Real or fake?
She had no idea.
She tried to take the vial, but of course, he pulled it away from her.

The muffled voice continued, but she couldn’t quite make out the words, so she shifted further down the wall, and then further again, pausing once more to polish her cane.
“I don’t give a flaming fuck.”
She knew that hammer-and-anvil voice. It belonged to the King of All.