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423 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 8, 2013
Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was a beast and beasts care not for such things, and the girl died along with her dreams.
She kept her eyes straight ahead—don't look, don't look, don't look—trying to ignore the ache in her chest. She didn't dare breathe. Any movement or sound might draw his attention. He had already glanced her way once, in passing, lumping her in with the scenery, and even that cursory glance had stilled her heart's beating because she remembered being its focus.Almost there.
She had never been more aware of another being in her life. Breathing in her terror of him as if it were more sustaining than air itself, Val felt as if her mind were not her own.
“What's the matter, Valerian? You don't think I could bring myself to mark your lovely skin? I'll take my knife to you, if that's the case. I'll carve my name in your breast so that every beat of your heart will remind you that you are mine—and mine alone. Because blood is binding, and because I would rather see you destroyed than see you free or in the possession of another, so I suggest you not try me, or you will suffer as no earthly creature has.” He slammed her back against the wall. “Or ever will.”
“[Y]ou are nothing—and you can't even begin to know what that means, but you will… In three days' time I will give you a clue. That clue will represent both a piece and a player. You will have one guess. One. Guess incorrectly and that player will die. Slowly, I should think, and rather painfully—just in case you don't find death ample motivation.”
Resisting him felt as if she were trying to swim against the tide. She knew he was death, and yet she continued to court him ceaselessly, recklessly.
She could have killed him for that.
Yes, in that moment, she could have killed him, because he made her want the very things that she hated most in herself.
“Hatred is about possession. It is all-consuming, cruel, and vainglorious. When love is allowed to fester, it becomes twisted and corrupt; it settles deep in the heart…and metastasizes, sending its dark roots through the body to raze all that stands in its way. Love is chaste and pure. Love is banal. No, hatred has infinitely more possibilities.”
“This is how I kill you—capture—possession—enjoying your beauty even as you begin to die inside so very slowly… And when you cease to amuse me—when your leaves begin to wilt and your colors begin to fade—I may very well decide to prune you, the way one might deadhead a drooping rose.”
Once upon a time, there was a naive and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was a beast and beasts care not for such things, and the girl died along with her dreams.
"First he had ripped out her heart. Then he had shattered her mind. Now he had broken her body. Nothing left was hers, not anymore. It was all his."
"Are you frightened?"
"I never feel safe anymore. I can't be alone. I can't be in crowds. He's always there, watching me. And I can't escape unless I die- or he does."
"How dare you run from me. Did you think I would let you get away? I let you run as far as you felt safe, and then I hunted for you. You are mine. Your heart is mine. Your body is mine."
"Once upon a time, there was a naive and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was a beast and beasts care not for such things..."
"He will be the death of me. Unless- unless I am the death of him."
She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her.
The memory of her eyes had begun to fade from the horizon of his kind, like drying paint. Once, they had struck him as exceptionally vivid, as if she cradled evergreen boughs from the forest in the depths of her irises, but now he thought of her only in terms of the abstract – when he thought of her at all, that is. A palette of colors bundled up in geometric precision.
Emotions snarled like brightly colored threads, some standing out in sharp contrast. Aubergine guilt. Carmine lust. Scarlet anger. Pain, virgin white because nothing was purer than the original aversive stimulus. Fear in cowering, vulnerable pink. Emerald regret. Sorrow, veiled in midnight blue.
Update: 12/09/2013
Alright, first off, I actually finished this book literally the second I got it which was a out a week after it came out, but I haven't been able to process my thoughts after reading it because the ending was just.... I need a gif to explain it
Now, I really hope this isn't the end of the series, even though I think it was meant to be a trilogy, but really WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!
I have no words right now, after what happened to Gavin and Val's revelation and IS SHE PREGNANT OR NOT? But I now need more, I need to know whether that whole ending epilogue thingy was her concocting some dream in the hospital and Gavin just jumps out of the corner and yells SURPRISE! Or some shit like that.... Actually I have a list of what I need as of now:
1:AN ENDING TO THIS BOOK! NOT SOME CLIFFHANGER WHATCHAMAKALITY THINGY SOMETHING THAT WILL MAKE ME CRY EITHER WITH JOY AND OR SADNESS
2: Just like a novella on Gavin's family because they seem like my kind of people in the sense that they are more like eighty shades of fucked up instead of fifty
3: Gavin's Mum and Dad need their own series, their relationship seems more screwed up than Val's and Gavin's and we ALL know that is tough to beat!
But otherwise, the story was really good, and it's normally challenging for an author to keep a book audience so captivated with a topic like this and keep on coming up with new material, but you have managed to do it, so amazing and I apologise for my abundance of swearing in this review but that is the only way I am able to personify my feelings.
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Okay, alright, okay...
First of all, I need to control my breathing...
Second of all, THERE IS A THIRD FREAKING BOOKHOLY SHIT
Words cannot express how excited I am for this book, and the fact that GAVIN is on the cover
I honestly need some teasers for this book, like need them right now, today, this second, in my hand, right f"cking now! I've read Fearscape, I died. When I found out there was a second book, I came back devoured it in two hours, then died again. When I found out there was a third book I came back and read the blurb, died, then had to be killed once more when I found out I wouldn't be staging a resurrection until the 30th of September! I NEED A REASON TO COME BACK BEFORE THAT! And also, after I finish reading this final book, I would like to die peacefully and return to my throne in hell having all my previous qualms about Gavin and Val solved.
Third of all, incest? What? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON PLEASE FOR ALL THAT IS HOLY!
Anyway, sorry for scaring you, but I needed to let that out and my family already thinks I need to be institutionalised so thank you for reading. But please publish this book soon, I really would like to read the conclusion and if it is even half as good as its two predecessors I am sure I will enjoy every second of my reading it.
"“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.”
― Stephen King, The Shining