“Happy endings can be caught, but they are difficult to hold on to. They are dreams that want to escape the night. They are treasure with wings. Th“Happy endings can be caught, but they are difficult to hold on to. They are dreams that want to escape the night. They are treasure with wings. They are wild, feral, reckless things that need to be constantly chased, or they will certainly run away.”
OMG- I think this book has me more tangled up in my emotions the second time around - I felt everything and it feels almost so hard to express in words.
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You know how many times the middle book in a trilogy doesn't hold up to the first? Make no mistake about it, this book is even better than the first and I wanted to bring back all these feelings in anticipation for book 3.
I won't go into too much in order to avoid spoilers and my review on book 1 covers most of how I feel about this series- it's so unbelievably phenomenal.
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"You're good at this," she murmured. "Do you often travel with girls who've been flayed?" This earned her a soft laugh. "No." Then quietly, as he ran a cloth along her lower back, just below the dip in her waist, "Would you be jealous if I did?"
I'm not a jealous person was what Evangeline intended to say, but instead the words "Of course" came out.
Jacks laughed, louder this time.
Embarrassment surged through her. "That's not what I meant to say."
"It's all right. I'd probably kill another man if I found him with you like this." Jacks's hands pressed harder as they went to her shoulders and, one by one, ripped off the sleeves of her dress so that what remained of the gown completely fell away.
She made a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp. "Was that really necessary?"
"No, but everyone should have their clothes ripped off at some point."
In this book, I swear SG breaks you open and just pulls out your emotions. I felt them all, love, fear, anxiety, anger, angst, and pain.
Just know that this book is everything MORE than book one. Ugh I love it so much.
I'm oh so happy that at the strike of midnight I will have book 3 in my greedy little hands.
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He looked at her lips, and the most tortured expression she'd ever seen crossed his face.
When Jacks wanted something, it was with an intensity that could break worlds and build kingdoms. That was the energy pouring off him now, as if he wanted to destroy her and make her his queen all at once.
And it was oh so tempting to let him. Magic crackled in the sliver of space between them. Golden and electric and alive. It felt like the end of a fairytale, when one kiss had more power than a thousand wars or a hundred spells.
Evangeline imagined drawing closer, pressing her lips to Jacks's and spending eternity lost in one neverending kiss.
Once, in Iraq, Beans asked all the guys, “Rita or Fern?” He was trying to mess with me. Beans was always messing with me. TheyFern ❤ Ambrose
Dear Fern,
Once, in Iraq, Beans asked all the guys, “Rita or Fern?” He was trying to mess with me. Beans was always messing with me. They all were. But the first thing that came to my head was you. Fern. Red hair, sweet smile, brown eyes. And I knew, for me, the answer was Fern…not Rita. I never told him that. I never told any of them. But I kind of think they knew. I promised myself that when I came back, I would get to know you. I wanted to know you better, and I missed you. I missed the girl I got to know in the letters we wrote back and forth.
And I think I realized then that I was half in love with you already. That’s why I kissed you before I left. I know it’s hard for you to believe that. You don’t know you’re beautiful, you don’t know that if things had gone differently, if I’d never been injured in Iraq, if I’d come back the same Ambrose, I still would have found you. I still would have loved you. I may be a changed man, but that much wouldn’t have changed.
I love you, Fern. I think I always have. And I know I always will.
♥︎ Heather ⚔(Notification Issue)
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