Sylphrena
Spoilers for overall mood of the book and vague quote spoilers, all marked as such below:
I loved this in a way that compelled me to take a break before continuing to the third book. The conclusion is devastating and was what knocked me down a peg or two in my rating, but in retrospect (after the third book), I have no notes.
"I threw a river,” Priya laughed. “Threw it—and you think I’m going to fall over?” “Yes.” Priya froze, limbs trembling. She bit off a curse as she fell. Malini managed to catch her, leaning her back against one of the tent poles.
If you know me, you know I'm a sucker for protagonists that collapse at the right moment... I won't say this is a theme in this book as much as something like Cyberpunk 2077, but it's a nice taste!
Malini, Would it have been better if I had left you answers? Written you one final letter, and folded it into your trunk, or in your bed, in the place where I slept beside you? Would it comfort you at all to know that I wanted to love you forever? That I wanted to be yours for the rest of my life? That I chose hurting you over letting you and everyone I love die? Maybe not. Maybe it’s better like this. Hate me, Malini. Hate me and live. I can love enough for the both of us.
Spoilers for overall mood of the book and vague quote spoilers, all marked as such below:
I loved this in a way that compelled me to take a break before continuing to the third book. The conclusion is devastating and was what knocked me down a peg or two in my rating, but in retrospect (after the third book), I have no notes.
"I threw a river,” Priya laughed. “Threw it—and you think I’m going to fall over?” “Yes.” Priya froze, limbs trembling. She bit off a curse as she fell. Malini managed to catch her, leaning her back against one of the tent poles.
If you know me, you know I'm a sucker for protagonists that collapse at the right moment... I won't say this is a theme in this book as much as something like Cyberpunk 2077, but it's a nice taste!
Malini, Would it have been better if I had left you answers? Written you one final letter, and folded it into your trunk, or in your bed, in the place where I slept beside you? Would it comfort you at all to know that I wanted to love you forever? That I wanted to be yours for the rest of my life? That I chose hurting you over letting you and everyone I love die? Maybe not. Maybe it’s better like this. Hate me, Malini. Hate me and live. I can love enough for the both of us.