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What in the hell had done that? Was there something worse down there, swimming at the belly of the mountain?

There's always a bigger fish.

But she had already reached the shop, which smelled divine and was stocked with chocolates and candies and oh god, hazelnut truffles.

Distracted by candy again. At least she's consistent?

His parents had never shared a bed, and he didn't particularly want to know more than that.

Well you exist so obviously if they didn't share a bed they had sex on a table somewhere at least once.

...about how hollow and dark she was inside.

[..] or any of the things that had left her soul so limp and weary.



That was like the fourth and fifth mention of her emptiness. And this book has only started. I GET IT OKAY!?

Why is it when an author wants to portray their character as feeling empty inside they have to harp on it so much? Like look at all the nothingness. So empty inside. Void of emotion. Emotionally dead. Sooooo much nothing. Did I mention they're totally dead inside?