“Let me touch you.”ĪCoMaF: “I want to touch you first,” he said, his voice so guttural I barely recognized it. And I most certainly did not need that.Īnd this isn't just a subjective impression: I have proof, and here it is.ĮoS: “I’m not taking you against a tree the first time.”ĪCoMaF: “When you lick me,” (whatever that's supposed to mean) he said roughly, “I want to be alone -far away from everyone.”ĮoS: “You are mine,” Rowan breathed, and she felt the claiming in her bones, her soul.ĪCoMaF: “You’re mine,” he snarled, and hefted me up into his arms.ĮoS: “Let me,” Rowan growled onto the sea-slick skin between her breasts. Because, people, I basically re-read A Court of Mist and Fury.
The secret being, Maas plagiarized herself. (Even she acknowledges the thing got way out of her hand.) No doubt stunned by the beauty, the grace, the blah-blah-blah perfectness of her." "Fenrys slid in behind them, his attention going right to the witch. And fit in with the cranky immortals, I suppose.”" “Believe it or not, this ship has an unnatural number of attractive men and women on board. A massacre or two would have spiced things up.) (Because rest assured they'll use every single one of them to have sex or to seduce someone into having sex, and sometimes not even imminent danger will be enough of a deterrent. "You will hate any moment of peace or happiness." Maas reviewed her own poetics in one of her books. *Do I need to remind you to be civil? No, I don’t.
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