The Paladin's [X] series by T. Kingfisher
If you want a low-stakes book with a slight bit of hanky-panky and a lot of descriptions of shoulders and curves (and smells) go ahead.
If you want a low-stakes book with a slight bit of hanky-panky and a lot of descriptions of shoulders and curves (and smells) go ahead.
I am working on this theory that if you can genuinely understand and empathize with both perspectives in It’s not about the nail then you probably don’t need to read this book.
It’s like saying “I’m tired of everyone talking about American food, there is more to food than that! So here is my Thai-Nigerian-Mexican-Japanese-Canadian-inspired ground beef patty sandwich. Just a confused hamburger.
Yet here you are, stringing together days like flowers in your crown.
Yes, it was too long, but I have read longer books and enjoyed them. This one was too long because it spent like 400 pages wallowing in some neckbeard power fantasy.
A Hex upon the Indigo employee that convinced me to buy not just this long-ass book, but its two long-ass sequels as well (which I’ve since returned).
The Victorian equivalent of the tumblr page of a 16 year old emo kid.
And here, next to the cage of internet trolls, we have a group of people who actually believe they sleep with Severus Snape sometimes!