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And away we go! This will probably be my shortest review today, because I couldn't find a lot to point out, but we'll probably end up talking about the main plot here at the end.So let's start with the fun stuff -- stuff I loved about this part!The first two paragraphs are stunning (well, all of it is stunning, but they're extra stunning). The description and how isolated Kerani feels because of the poison and how the castle behaves and feels around her when she's not at peak performance really gives the whole thing an air of separation. It makes me think, because Kerani is super connected to her people and her family lands and her castle, but it's apparent that not all of them share her dedication or even consider her necessary -- obvious from a political standpoint, and really intriguing from a character standpoint.
I’d take it in their place, if that’s what it took.
I would have much preferred to tell Father I would stay overnight. My body didn’t feel right, yet. My skin felt too tight, joints too loose— and I felt weak. Even though I could sense again, nothing felt properly connected, yet. Fever still raged just under the surface, temporarily kept at bay.
The undertow of servants blending together in an ebb and flow of normalcy, the odd patches of worry there had been an attack. Everyone was on edge but it didn’t press down on me like it normally did; there wasn’t the concern of wild horses who had just been leapt on, wondering if they would be next.Everyone seemed to know I was the target.
“They were strong enough to take out a whole squad of Rats. I knew they were good. I didn’t realize how good.”
whoever targeted me had taken the best.
Giri appeared within moments, taking one look at me and ordering me to bed.
Knocking back the full vile [vial]
Ihit hadn’t ever described this because he wasn’t a sensor— but here I was, feeling everything more intensely.
I hadn’t heard news in weeks. There was still nothing from the farmers. Bahij hadn’t gotten a messenger through, even with Rat help— not like they wanted to provide much, between his loose lips and their own self interests.
Hey, Rosendorn! This is Lupa for a review on Review Day (for the first time in forever, apparently).1)
...but this time they seemed to be any other stone.
The wards and emergency stores were almost completely invisible to me unless I searched for them, and normally they were at my call within a moment.
I willingly obliged, curling up on one of the thick cots that felt like sleeping on lush field. The beds were not that soft. My word was more self-reasoning than answer to an unspoken question of what had brought me here. “Snakesblood.”
“If you need a third stage, you need to go to the monks.”
My temples throbbed, Father’s impatience and anger turning to demands to end his moods.
Hey Rosey! I'm back again, as promised Happy to be back and reading more!Just going to dive right into it then-
I'd read about Snakesblood before, with its chief symptom being isolation.
I willingly obliged, curling up on one of the thick cots that felt like sleeping on lush field. The beds were not that soft.
and kept my mouth shut as it stat in my stomach.
sweat already beginning to make itself known on my forehead.
Blankets over top of me
I could hear my heart beating relentlessly, the compass letting me know I was alive.
Familiarity was my other anchor, Aydin and Sakari bolstered me.
Their energy didn't rush through my fingers like my own, giving me a heated spear to hold in a raging storm.
I hated fevers breaking more than I hated being sick; when sick, at least, I could forget what it felt like.
"I'm impressed with ya. Was expecting you to be here a day, maybe more."
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