#I’m convinced if you loved fourth wing you haven’t read truly good fantasy

[starfallkaz]

Reading fourth wing has made me realise I define slow-burn very different to other people, because that book was not slowburn.

When I say slow-burn enemies-to-lovers I need detesting, hating each other - the sight of the other person makes you physically sick or trembling with rage, or some ungodly combination of both. I don’t want admiration from afar, I want plotting to murder the other in their sleep.

I need a slow-burn that lasts 3/4 of a book, if not an entire book - have me foaming at the mouth waiting for them to make a move, to brush hands at each other. I need pining in unspoken gestures loaded with meaning. I need flexed fingers when you touch and forcing yourself to pull away from the other. I don’t need smut by the end of a book and a sudden L-bomb, by any definition that is NOT slowburn

[starfallkaz]

Oh the betrayal of picking up Fourth Wing with the promise of sweet enemies-to-lovers, perhaps a sprinkle of slow-burn and tension, only to be given FUCKING INSTALOVE WHAT IS THIS 🤠🤠