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Ruby Roe has fed me a banquet of dark, sapphic fantasy, and I am stuffed—yet still starving for more. Octavia owns my entire heart (and possibly my throat, if she asked). Cordelia, Red, and Octavia’s tangled web of lust, hate, and love is the kind of delicious chaos that makes you forget to come up for air. The hate sex? Positively feral. It isn’t just passion—it’s possession, a primal demand to master one another even as their hearts threaten to betray them. And then the twist?! I am deceased.
I’ll admit—it took me a minute to adjust to the narration and style, but once I sank into it, I was fully claimed. The world is strange: horse-drawn carriages, dual-ended toys, and blood bags of B Negative with echoes of first love? Does it make sense? Absolutely not. Does it matter? Absolutely not. It’s pure book magic, and I’m here for every last drop.
This is queer fantasy that bites, claws, and kisses in equal measure. I can’t wait to see how book two twists the knife deeper.
I’ll admit—it took me a minute to adjust to the narration and style, but once I sank into it, I was fully claimed. The world is strange: horse-drawn carriages, dual-ended toys, and blood bags of B Negative with echoes of first love? Does it make sense? Absolutely not. Does it matter? Absolutely not. It’s pure book magic, and I’m here for every last drop.
This is queer fantasy that bites, claws, and kisses in equal measure. I can’t wait to see how book two twists the knife deeper.
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