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text 2017-09-24 21:49
Reading progress update: I've read 73%.
Crescendo (Song of the Fallen) (Volume 2) - Rachel Haimowitz

The night terrors grew worse with the weather, until the horses were trudging through a foot of snow. Their compass stopped working. On the night of their sixth day following the marks, Ayden dreamed of broken bows drawn across tuneless strings, pulling him from bed and toward a darkening void. He dreamed of hate so raw and raging it ripped him from the inside, rent and broke him into something else, something terrible and new, all teeth and claws and fury, and he sank them into Freyrík’s throat and tore, tasted blood flow on his tongue and down his gullet with pure white pleasure—

He woke screaming, and fell out of the tree.

 

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text 2017-09-23 22:41
Reading progress update: I've read 63%.
Crescendo (Song of the Fallen) (Volume 2) - Rachel Haimowitz

And sometimes, lying in the dark so very near to Freyrík and yet so very far, he thought of running away in the night. But the world seemed a frightening place to the deaf; however could he survive the winter crippled so? And what would become of Freyrík in the cold Feral wood without Ayden to guard his flank?

 

 

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text 2017-09-23 14:45
Reading progress update: I've read 55%.
Crescendo (Song of the Fallen) (Volume 2) - Rachel Haimowitz

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text 2017-09-17 21:13
Reading progress update: I've read 43%.
Crescendo (Song of the Fallen) (Volume 2) - Rachel Haimowitz

“Gods cracked, Freyrík, they would have raped me!” He surged forward so suddenly Freyrík flinched and tripped away. “And no, I did not incite or invite their attentions. It is your people who paint me like a harlot and parade me round half-naked, your people who find it amusing to use my brethren like toys, your people who teach their children such high art of disrespect that boys think raping in packs a pleasant pastime!”

 

Freyrík took a single step forward, froze. Then said something so soft and terrible Ayden could scarcely fathom it: “Would it truly have been so unbearable?”

 

Oh. My. God. 

 

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review 2017-09-16 18:35
Review: "Crescendo" (Song of the Fallen, #2) by Rachel Haimowitz
Crescendo - Rachel Haimowitz

 

~ 5 STARS ~

 

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