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379 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published May 3, 2008
I wanted to love this one so much, but jeez Gena, why are you making this so hard?
Their plan to prove their power had failed, for the box had gone missing in the fray, leaving the warriors unable to recapture a single evil spirit.I mean, yeah, the ancient warriors were idiots (oh, let's open the box to show how good we are at catching the evil...totally not going to backfire...).
“If the box ever resurfaced, the demons would be sucked back inside. That’s good, right?”So, you're telling me....you could literally end world violence/pain/death/whatever?
He shook his head. “For the world, perhaps, but not for me. Without the demon, I will die.”
Was that…desire flickering in his icy violet irises, completely obliterating that must-kill glaze?Well, Ashyln, my first instinct would be to run but perhaps Maddox (possessed by the Violence demon) isn't so bad. . . I mean, first impressions should never be -
Her skin was smooth and supple, like cinnamon dipped in a honey pot then churned into lickable cream.Ohhh...wow. Would you look at that, Maddox went from serial killer to Michelin chef.
She gasped and moaned, on fire, burning deliciously. My life was worth living for this alone—for this man, for his touch.Never mind, it's been two seconds. They're eternally in love.
Her nipples were as hard as rocks. Droplets slid down her skin, chilling...Oh Dear God, somebody please turn up the castle thermostat cause I don't know how much more I can take.
Her nipples hardened with the thought of muscled Maddox in nothing but a pair of those briefs.And...dare I say it, nipples have become sentient?
He reached out with a shaky hand and traced the plain cotton that shielded her nipples. Though already hard, they strained toward him.And, is it just me, or does everyone's nips seem a bit...violent?
His chest flattened against her breasts, her nipples so hard they stabbed at his skin.Honestly, everyone's nips were dang vigorous and stiff and straining, that I just pictured the characters walking around like this:
Promiscuity is Just Rape - aka am I really the only one who picked up on this?
Possessed as he was by Promiscuity, Paris could not bed the same woman twice, and so he seduced a new one—or two or three—every day.Did I mention that the immortal demon warriors live in a remote castle on a mountainside? Seems like an awfully poor location when you literally have to f*ck or die.
Paris would seduce her. Strip her and taste her. She would not be able to resist; no woman could.I don't know about you -but it seems pretty clear-cut to me. This is rape.
They were always drunk with sexual arousal, a consequence of welcoming Promiscuity, so they rarely cared who finally slid between their legs.And to that, I ask, how would your interpretation change if Paris looked old? Ugly? Obese?
"Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment."
Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he’d have to die again later.
“Why? What’s she to you?”
“Mine,” was the only answer he had. “She’s mine.”
«Θα τσικνίσουμε με φωτιά Μάντοξ»
«Θα το κάψουμε (απόψε κυρ Στέφανε 😂)»
Τι βιβλιάρα είναι αυτή
Πάλι δεν θα πάρω εκδίκηση»
«Καλά του Πάρη εννοείται θέλω να διαβάσω βιβλίο
Και ο Ρέγιες έχει αρχίσει να μου αρέσει
Αλλά ο Μάντοξ τοπ
«Και ο Τόριν μου αρέσει
Καταλάβατε, όλοι μας αρέσουν 😂»
«Go big or go home»
«Και τώρα μαζευτείτε, θα απαγγείλω
Με την πρώτη ματιά
Δεν με νοιάζει κανένας ούτε άλλοςςςς
Ό,τι έχτιζαν όλοι σε 200 σελίδες το γκρέμισε ένας σε δύο παραγράφους
Γκίντεον, μόνο αυτό λέω
Δεν θέλω τίποτα
Παίρνει πέντε το βιβλίο»
"We’ll wait there and let the Hunters come to us.”
“That’s it? That is your plan?”
“Well, that and kill them.” The fragrance of roses became stronger as Lucien’s eyes glittered menacingly.
“It’s a good plan.”
Mine, mine, mine. She was more important than breathing, more necessary than food or water or shelter. In a thousand lifetimes of war and violence and rage, she gave him kindness. Serenity. Compassion. Trust.
With Ashlyn, Violence was not truly violent. Instead, the spirit was made into something beautiful. Dark, yes. Always dark. But sensually so. Not evil, but needy. Not destructive, but possessive. Two days ago, he would not have thought such a thing was possible.
“I don’t understand how he can be this fierce over one woman,” he faintly heard Lucien say.
ha ha... yet!
“No woman should have to barter her body to escape a prison,” she said, angry at herself. The image of Reyes swam before her eyes again, and she found herself adding, “But I’ll think about it.”
"Time was his enemy, midnight fast sneaking up on him, but he didn't wake her...”
“You are mine, woman, and I am yours. Until you, my life was desolate. I existed, but I didn't truly live. Now I live, even in my death.”Told in multiple POV, The Darkest Night is an ensemble piece with a number of intriguing characters. Although Maddox and Ashlyn are the central characters in this story the Lords of the Underworld each have their own unique gifts and challenges. The tempo of the writing is fast-paced as the point of view change rapidly throughout the story. This was my first Gena Showalter book and I certainly look forward to reading more.