Ruth Miranda perfectly captures the peaks of ecstasy and pits of desperation, teetering between the two and teasing them closer and closer to become something else altogether tangible. Velvety, thick love, both pure and tricky, honest and mysterious, mashes against viscous, red-hot anger, inciting a lingering ache that burns your heart. Life is pain. Life is joy. On this rollercoaster, scars rachet uphill and blood slicks the rails for a thrilling and twisty ride. The intertwinning of trauma and vulnerability exposes how we build our walls and wear our armor, which only we can break down or open. By choice, we allow others in or permit ourselves to *feel* or to *live* beyond pain. Sometimes we choose wisely, while other times let hurt pillage our souls to lows rivaled only by the highs of true love. Marianne sucked me into rare emotional depths with an invested connection to the main three (Cai, Marcus, & Marianne). It's arguably the most gripping of The Blood Trilogy, and all three read together form an absorbing and thoroughly engrossing tale about the "human" condition, whether you're human or not.
Notes: *I normally avoid books with sexual violence, but the scene furthers the story and elicits a response that drives the characters and reader forward. *Read the author's afterword. After such a whirlwind I admittedly wished for more, but her thoughts, questions, and musings sent me smiling into my mind as I carried her characters into their potential futures. I hope we get to see more of them. 🖤🖤
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