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Kings Rising ripped my heart out, but thankfully not long enough for me to cut my losses. The ending was satisfying, albeit more for the strategy part than the conclusion of the relationship. I'unno, but this feels like nitpicking a solid story, so I'll stop here.

What I enjoyed even more was the short stories about all these side characters, fleshing out the world more and making this whole story more than just a papermaché world built around a solid core - I always like my side characters three-dimensional and with their own lifes, agendas and motives that play out alongside the main characters' ones. Especially to learn more about Charls after the poor lad had his name taken for a wild ride and then dragged through the mud as a collateral of the chaos that ensued (haven't laughed that hard in a while, it was glorious)

Moving on to lighter readings, I finally decided to get back into the area of cozy and warm writing that Lukens pulls off so very well. And yes, I am skipping in line here, having read So This is Ever After and now Otherworldly before reading Spell Bound, but honestly I just felt more like a winter-themed book to help me cool down in that summer heat.

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ace culture is realizing that you have a different er- thought process than most people and then analyzing your favorite songs with the sinking realization that there are many euphemisms

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In Ehren des Speak Your Language Days präsentiere ich das beste Wort der deutschen Sprache:

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Well I'll be damned, this actually got good once the story was done harping on the Captive part and focused more on the Prince part. I love me a complex, lavish and not too easy to guess intrigue and events that pull together in one tense climax where suddenly all these small lines and lures make utter and complete sense. Imagine me in the gentle sunny weather on my recliner nearly spilling my gin tonic and loudly proclaiming "Ohhhhh snap, well played!" in appreciation of a plot well executed.

Oh, and then there's the actual slow burn part of it that had me especially chuffed. It's not hastened for nothing, no strange head-over-heels-blunders or weirdly overly emotional revelations, but the relationship develops so very quietly and naturally, the reader barely notices it, just as the MC barely notices how attuned he becomes. And yet some of the implications that have yet to rear their ugly heads into the open air still have the knot in my stomach kept tight and unlikely to loosen anytime soon. I had one especially ugly thought whispering in the back of my head since the first volume, and I am praying that I am wrong about it. I absolutely wish to be wrong about it, please and thank you.

Not to mention certain heads that did make an appearance and had me slapping the book closed with a pressing urge to cast "Unsee Ultra" on my inner eye that just manifested the happenings in 4K HD.

Anyways, onwards to the last volume!

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Artist & Sculptor:

Yoshitoshi Kanemaki

“空的時刻 勿忘死亡”

H122 cm x W27 cm x D23 cm

楠木上色

2013

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Tori gifted me a DIY Golden Palace to perfectly fit my copy of Golden Terrace, the vibe of my bookshelf just gained 5000 vibe points.

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Taking delight and dread in the fact that I finally hold the entirety of Yu.wu in my shelf - that means I must now gather all my courage and heart and tissues and stress squishies and safety blankets and actually read it. But since The God of Endings had me actually sobbing over its last ten or so pages, I was not ready to tackle that monster just yet, so instead I went for the lighter read on the shelf.

To state I liked Captive Prince is presumptuous at best and insulting at worst. I did not, not at first, and in hindsight, I still don't appreciate most of what it entails. The first two thirds of it read like something I might have enjoyed in my angsty teen years rather than, well, now. I did, however, start to appreciate the court intrigue once the narration was (finally! at long last!) done with the torture porn, so imagine me quietly say "Well smack my ass and call me jiggly, this is actually getting good" as I proceeded to devour the last seventy pages or so in under two hours. That said, seeing how the book only took me three days, it is a very light read, well-written and doesn't take much to paint a picture. Though I'd have appreciated less in the picture department for the intitial two thirds, but I repeat myself here.

I just like myself some well-plotted court drama, witty banter, and a dash of the good ol' enemies-to-not-quite-lovers-but-we-shall-see-how-long-they-can-keep-that-up.

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was geht, fam? wie sind wir???

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So how is it that second-hand embarrassment is the single most powerful and weakening emotion one can feel from media?

Tragedy? Delicious.

A hard-earned happy ending? Wonderful.

A convoluted narrative? Keeps you glued.

Simple slice of life? It’s entertaining.

Second-hand embarrassment? Hang on, g, I gotta pause this for fifteen minutes, no, I cannot continue watching this right now, I am just not strong enough.

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Since Feathers of Dawn decided to leave me with yet another gut punch and the second volume is stuck in transit, I decided to tackle a bigger read inbetween.

While some readers criticize the slow and low-stakes pace of The God of Endings, I come to appreciate it; the slowness, the quiet tension that lingers, merely more than the brush of an insect wing and barely visible out of the corner of one's eye most of the time, just like the title-giving deity itself. There is a quiet, lingering dread that occasionally peaks in short, sharp and painful bursts before sinking back below the surface to wait for another opportunity to strike and take something away - something that must end, regardless of how much it hurts to give up on.

It has a distinct feeling of Interview with the Vampire as well, which is always a plus in my books (pun intended).

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omG I SEARCHED GOOGLE FOR A SEWING MACHINE DIAGRAM AND THIS CAME UP I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

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Full version of my comic Counting Stars, which I drew for a competition.

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you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.

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How dare I forget these, uh... well. These.

Some visual novels haunt me in silence for years on end, begging to be replayed.

Others make me drop the keyboard and mouse and flee into the woods for a couple hours, only to glue myself right back behind the screen armed with stress toys and a pillow to scream into. I finish them, but my mind needs dolphin therapy afterwards.

And then there are those that instantly have me singing "Porco Dio" at the top of my lungs as I set the PC on fire and march to the next best supermarket to dunk my eyes in bleach (aka ragequit for at least a couple months). I finish those eventually, but they leave a bitter taste in my mouth no matter what.