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432 pages, Hardcover
First published December 26, 2023
”write me a story where there is no ending, kitt. write to me and fill my empty spaces.”
"the problem is... i want to hear from you at all hours. i want to read your words. i am greedy for them. i am hungry for them."
let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones return to dust.
“You may not be a goddess, but nor am I a god. Despite our mundane lives, perhaps we make our own magic with words.”
“I would love to see your words catch fire with mine.”
“Their souls weren’t mirrors but complements, constellations that burned side by side”
I know we are no longer rivals, but if we are keeping tally like the old days, you have far outshined* me with your wit and your courage. Which reminds me of one simple thing: how I love to lose to you. How I love to read your words and hear the thoughts that sharpen your mind. And how I would love to be on my knees before you now, surrendering to you and you alone.
If you agree to this, write me back. If you don’t agree, still write me back. I want to know your thoughts. I confess that I am hungry for your words.
'their souls weren't mirrors but complements,
constellations that burned side by side.'
"i would love to see your words catch fire with mine."
“The problem is … I want to hear from you at all hours. I want to read your words. I am greedy for them. I am hungry for them.”
“how I love to lose to you. How I love to read your words and hear the thoughts that sharpen your mind. And how I would love to be on my knees before you now, surrendering to you and you alone.”
“Their souls weren’t mirrors but complements, constellations that burned side by side.”
“Write me a story where you keep me up late every night with your typing, and I hide messages in your pockets for you to find when you’re at work. Write me a story where there is no ending, Kitt. Write to me and fill my empty spaces.”
“Some scars might fade in time, but others never would.”
(the) Plot:
(the) Romance:
(the) Characters:
‘May your hand be in mine, by sun and by night. Let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones return to dust.’
��� was only thinking how strange it is. To think how many people we cross paths with in our lives. How someone like me has found someone like you.’
“You may not be a goddess, but nor am I a god. Despite our mundane lives, perhaps we make our own magic with words.”
Mood of the book
Can’t catch me now by Olivia Rodrigo
Invisible string by Taylor Swift
It���s finally time to review this book. I have mixed feeling with this one bc at first, I gave it 4 stars bc I couldn’t bring myself to give it 3 stars. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t want to give it 4 stars since it doesn’t deserve it… hence the 3,5 stars. Ngl I liked this book but I guess I had high expectations since the first one was a truly masterpiece.
But let’s get started.
Don’t read this review if you haven’t read Divine Rivals yet!!
About the plot:
This book starts where Divine Rivals left things.
Iris is now at home, in Oath, with her brother Forest, but the war is yet to come to an end. She doesn’t know where Roman is or if he’s still alive. While Roman finds now himself to write for the enemy. One day tho, a strange letter from even a stranger sender arrives through his wardrobe door. Little does he know, this letter is the beginning of a correspondence with a penpal who is so mysterious, yet so familiar. And as their connection deepens, the two of them will risk everything to change the future of the war.
My thoughts:
This book is beautifully written as the first one, Rebecca Ross as a way with words which is rare to find. However, it’s nothing compared to Divine Rivals. This one is slower, has less romance and its focus in on the war. The thing I love the most about DR was the amount of letters Iris and Romance wrote for each other. RV doesn’t have the same amount, not even gives you the same emotions or feelings. While DR was about their love and their letters, RV is more about the war aspect and gods. Needless to say atp that I was expecting more romance…
One thing I appreciate was the fact that the author added more Roman’s pov, she wrote about his thoughts, his feelings way more. I also appreciate knowing more of Dacre and Enva, in the first one they were more in the background, while in this I felt like they were more present.
The ending felt a little bit rushed. While the whole book was slow and the events were described sluggishly, the ending happened so fast and I feel like some things were left behind.
Overall, it’s a great book. This is just my opinion, I hope y’all enjoyed it much more!
Quotes:
“I would love to see your words catch fire with mine.”
“Their souls weren’t mirrors but complements, constellations that burned side by side”
“How I love to lose to you. How I love to read your words and hear the thoughts that sharpen your mind. And how I would love to be on my knees before you now, surrendering to you and you alone.”
“Write me a story where you keep me up late every night with your typing, and I hide messages in your pockets for you to find when you’re at work. Write me a story where there is no ending, Kitt. Write to me and fill my empty spaces.”
“She was very good at burying things like that, her anguish and her sorrow and sometimes even the reality of what she faced. But she didn't quite know how to let them go without losing vital pieces of herself.”
"I'm not a soldier, sir. I've never been trained how to shoot a gun, or to handle a grenade, or to move like a shadow. At least, not that I remember. But what I do have are my words. I don't want to fight with half a heart, but all of it."
“And just for one moonrise, let us act as if there are no burdens weighing us down. No responsibilities or tomorrows. No gods and no war.”
“He could wake in the deepest region of Dacre's realm, as far from the moon and sun as divinity could shackle him. He could wake and not know his name, forgetting every word he had ever written. But he would never forget the scent of Iris's skin, the sound of her voice. The way she had looked at him.
The confidence of her hands.
And he thought, There is no magic above or below that will ever steal this from me again.”
“Sometimes,” Iris began, “I don’t think we know what we’re made of until the worst moment possible happens. Then we must decide who we truly are and what is most important to us. I think we’re often surprised by what we become.”
“The magic still gathers, and the past is gilded; I see the beauty in what has been but only because I have tasted both sorrow and joy in equal measures.”
“Do we live by our past, or do we live by what is to come? Do we choose to waste time looking behind to things that have already happened and cannot be changed, or do we keep our sight forward on what we can see?”