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579 pages, Hardcover
First published July 6, 2021
“I just want to be with you,� I say. “And this is where we are now. I’m a broken-down mess, and you’re a rat-drinking monster.�This series started as a fluffy wizarding school archenemies-turned-lovers fanfic-cubed that was my guilty pleasure, went on an angsty detour through middle America and now came to the angst-filled conclusion that has me a bit torn. Because no matter how much I love Baz (and tolerate Simon), I could not overlook the flaws.
“I thought maybe Snow didn’t want to share a bed with me because he was afraid I’d bite him in my sleep. But apparently that’s fine! Bloodletting is fine—intimacy is the real taboo!�
“I’m not lying! I don’t mind comforting you, Simon. Or holding you. I don’t mind giving you what you need, whatever it is you need. I prefer it to you pushing me away. Or ignoring me.�
I look up at him. “But you could date anyone you want. You could date everyone you want. And none of them would start bloody crying during foreplay.�
Baz shrugs. “You don’t always cry� Sometimes you go glassy-eyed and nonresponsive.�
“We haven’t talked about it yet—the fact that there are vampires trying to steal magic, and vampires running cities. None of us have talked about any of it since we got away from them.�
Yeah, you guys were too busy kissing, biting and not having sex.
“In the early days after the Mage was gone, when I was still having video calls with that American therapist, she used to tell me to break life into bites you can swallow.�
Oh dear, is that biting/swallowing metaphor the reason for your sudden biting obsession, Simon???
* Especially Agatha. There’s no point to her story. And that goats bit was ridiculous. Really.
"I just want to be with you," I say. "And this is where we are now. I'm a broken-down mess, and you're a rat-drinking monster."
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"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Snow. You're not allowed to feel sorry for yourself as long as you get to have me."
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It's always easier to make a decision when your back's against the wall, and there's a knife at your throat. No time to think, just do. Grab the thing you need. Grab the thing you want. Steal the kiss. I'd live like that all the time if I could. I'd make all my decisions jumping out of second-story windows.
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I get lost fast when we're kissing. I want more of it. All of it. I want the lethal dose.
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