Rai (is hard to please)’s Reviews > The Kiss Curse > Status Update

I want everything from pgs 302-305 tattooed on my body

“He hadn’t wanted to return to Graves Glen until he could fix things.
Which was just . . . so annoyingly Esquire.
And now he would undoubtedly stay away, assuming she didn’t want to see him, which was also annoyingly Esquire. He’d wait for her to make the first move, a gentleman to the last.
Well.
Gwyn was good at first moves.”

“You’ve never met Gwyn Jones,” Wells said with a small smile, and Rhys laughed, leaning back.
“Ah, the sound of a man completely clobbered by love. I know the feeling well.”
Wells didn’t bother to argue. He loved her, was completely mad for her, and surely that was obvious to everyone by now.
Everyone, he suddenly realized, but the one person who mattered most.

“You two have shite to fix here,” he said, then pointed at Wells. “’Specially you.”
“St. Bugi’s balls, but I love this new world where Wells is the one everyone wants to get-it-to-fucking-gether already, and I—”
“Shut up, Rhys,” Bowen and Wells said again.

“Well,” she said, trying to joke, “good to know that my soul is still relatively untainted despite that year I went to Burning Man. Oh, and the year I cut my own bangs. Actually, all of the years 2011 to 2014.”

Those were some pretty rough years…

“I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m giving Gwyn some space.”
“Did she tell you, ‘I want space’? Or are you doing that thing you do where you just assume you know better than everyone all the time forever?”
“I did not miss you at all, let me just say for the record. In fact, I think you and Vivienne should take a second, much longer honeymoon. Possibly to the actual moon.”

“She was going to die all so some jacked-up witches could play at being gods while wearing dorky robes.”

Still on her nonsense even in the face of death

“My magic is not something anyone can take from me, she thought, her mind clear. It is mine. And it’s still there.
And so it was. She could feel it now, racing through her, summoned up out of her very blood, and this time, when she moved her fingers, there wasn’t just a spark.
There was a fire.”

“Remember how I said I enjoyed being a shopkeeper?” he asked. “That was a different me. A foolish me. Ever so much younger then.”

It’s not fair. How dare they all be funny?

“Oooh, erotic bribery, my favorite.”