Cardverse. Episode 1
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Vurderinger
- milkyway73har delt en vurderingfor 4 år siden
👍Værd at læse💀Uhyggelig🚀Opslugende😄Vildt sjovA new voice to telling a story. At first, it is weird that the main character is also you but you tune into in by chapter two. Adds the thrills later on because who wants themselves to get killed.
Also, some nice hints of queer romance and females in power. Hope, the later books explore the Queen/Knight of Wands, although I like the idea of Queen/Theo too. - Catherine Annie Tatehar delt en vurderingfor 4 år siden
👍Værd at læse💞Superromantisk🚀Opslugende😄Vildt sjovGobbled up in one evening, any info on when the second part will be brought out? Sometimes it's ridiculously funny, then painfully sad (why, oh, why-y the wands wedding. It's precious but I cried my eyes out for the Knight). Overall, amusingly entertaining and the 2nd person narrative is engaging.
P.s. greetings to Daria from Havok, still can't get your short story out of my head - annetekarpovahar delt en vurderingfor 4 år siden
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Citater
- Catherine Annie Tatehar citeretfor 4 år siden“At least, shouldn’t have pried but we do have to call you something–“
“We don’t have to call them anything,” mutters the King and thrusts through the bushes. He trips over some undergrowth and leverages himself with the sceptre.
The Queen puts you down and goes to his side.
“Get out,” snaps the King at you and feebly waves the Queen off. “I’m fine,” he grumbles, but she steadies him. The King sighs and lays his hand in the hook of her arm.
His braid is a mess, and green and brown smudges cover his shirt. Both eyes and hair look back to normal.
“We can’t just leave them in here,” urges the Queen of Wands and pulls a twig out from his braid.
“We very damn well can,” snaps the King of Wands and Swords. - annetekarpovahar citeretfor 4 år siden“When you take a card, you lose your soul.” The stranger’s eyes glow brighter.
You feel the remains of your world creeping from under your feet. The last few mirrors slip. “But I’ll live… right?” Your eyes are on the only one left. Right behind the stranger. He can still back out of the deal and make it out alive, for what you know about loyalties.
“Yeah. You get to live.” Slowly, he pulls out his hand, and something smoulders through his clenched fingers.
“Then I’m taking it!” you snap and pounce. - annetekarpovahar citeretfor 4 år sidenNothingness licks at the heels of your sneakers.
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