#~ lia's betrayal series ~

[liahaslosthermind]

~ 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 ~ Series Masterlist

Summary: Adelaide was Rhysand's lover for over 300 years, she had planned on spending her whole existence with him. Technically she did, for it was only in her last moments that he betrayed her. But death isn't the end of her story, only the beginning. Pairings: Eventual Azriel x OC, Rhysand x OC (past)

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 1. 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 2. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒔 3. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 4. 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 5. 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓 6. 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 (𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆) - 𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑻𝒘𝒐 - 7. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉 8. 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧��) 9. 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨) 𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅... 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 (Can be read in any order) 1. 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓

[thelightsandtheroses]

1: bad idea, right?

Let's Get Lost | Frankie Morales x female reader

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You probably shouldn’t think it, but Frankie looks good sober. He looks even better on vacation.

It’s not fair really.

You’re standing in baggage collection,  wishing your ex-boyfriend was the type to wear socks with sandals or stupid t-shirts and loud printed shirts. Crocs, even.

Instead, he’s right here next to you, looking so calm and relaxed with your daughter in his arms, letting her play with the brim of his baseball cap and no, no this is all wrong. You’re meant to be the one dazzling your ex with insouciant style and a glow up, not him.

Sobriety’s changed Frankie though. As he looks over at you now, you’re met with memories of the man you met so many years ago, the man you fell in love with.

Once upon a time you thought you would marry Frankie Morales.

In another world, maybe you did. Maybe in one universe, the two of you are heading to Hawaii for your wedding, not Benny and Lia’s. Maybe in that universe, you were able to work everything out.

You two were in love once after all. You’ve never loved anyone like you loved Frankie and you’re not sure you’ll ever will.

That wasn’t enough though.

You weren’t enough.

It’s hard to compete with the release found in a powder, or in a bottle. It’s just as hard to live with that fact too.

The tannoy sounds loudly around you, breaking you from your reverie. You hate this part of the holiday or travelling - hanging around an airport, the worries about flight tickets and passports. You want to skip immediately to the moment where you’re settled in your hotel room, ideally at the beach with a coconut water in one hand and your new book in the other.

It’s been a long day. Your flight was delayed by several hours due to staffing shortages, it’s the middle of the night and by now you’d planned be fast asleep, not standing in baggage reclaim with your ex-boyfriend, a tired daughter and one particularly drunk idiot five metres away.

You’re tired and hungry and Clara is about ten minutes from reaching her breaking point, however, ever since Frankie’s picked her up, she’s been beaming and like a completely different child to your utter betrayal.

You feel like you’ve run a half marathon but Frankie’s been right there with you and the man is practically glowing. It’s like

Maybe everyone’s right. Maybe you do really need this break.

“That’s the last one of ours,” he says lightly, looking at the battered suitcase in the distance and moving immediately to fetch it from the carousel, even with one arm taken by a tired toddler.

This seemed like such a good idea in theory.

You’re friends now, you’re co-parents, you’re both in the wedding party. It seemed obvious to do this - to give Clara an amazing holiday experience and memories with both of her parents, to ensure Benny and Lia have the wedding they deserve without your drama. It sounded so simple, so mature, at the time.

This is the first time the three of you have spent this much time together since the breakup though. You’ve both had a lot of mature conversations about what’s right for your child, what’s right for Benny and Lia too as it’s their wedding after all.

It’s easy in theory though. A simple diktat of ‘everyone needs to be on their very best behaviour.‘

This is going to be a disaster.

You meet Frankie at a coffee shop. There is a new barista in training and a long, slow-moving queue. You can smell the coffee aroma around, the siren’s song of freshly baked pastries calling to you.

This is your favourite coffee spot on the way to work and it’s usually quieter, usually easier to just slip in and out before heading to the office.

You shift awkwardly on the spot, mentally adding up if you still have enough to get coffee before work, if the barista is likely to be able to make the coffee how you like it, or if perhaps even thinking that makes you ungrateful and rude.

Then you see Frankie behind you. He is wearing a baseball cap, dark jeans, and a t-shirt. It’s not the hat that draws you in though-  it’s his face. There’s this intense kindness in his eyes, in his features and you straight away feel drawn to him.

He’s exactly your type.

He speaks first, making polite small talk and his low, calm voice soothes the lingering anxiety about schedules and instead you just want to know about him.

You’re terrible with dating. The apps feel so impersonal and you’re always nervous about how you’ll make an impression, if you look the way you should, if Dateline is true and you’ll go on a date and never be seen again.

You’re not a romantic, not really, you think. You’d like to find someone though; you’d like to fall in love. You want that, you want it to feel organic.

So, when Frankie walks into your life, maybe it’s kismet.

He’s smart and funny and it’s so easy to talk to him and he asks for your number when you pick up your coffee from the counter, asks if he can call you. It feels right to say yes. You want to know him more, to get to know him, to just spend more time with him.

You’re almost wishing the queue would carry on, that the coffee would take longer just for an extra moment with him.  You even take your time and hover around the cafe to wait for him to pick up his Americano so you can extend the moment.

“What do you do?” you ask casually as you step outside the cafe, taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh,” Frankie shuffles then looks up at you with a smile, “I’m a pilot.” He could have led with that you think to yourself , you know so many people who would be impressed by that job, and by the way he winks at you before heading in the opposite direction, he knows it too.

He texts you an hour later.

It feels like a book or a movie, all of your dreams and hopes finally coming off the page and into your real life.

 You don’t know a lot about Frankie at that point, like the cafe is next to a NA meeting, or that Frankie has his demons. You don’t know that loving Frankie is bith the easiest thing in the world and being loved him feels like it could be everything. You don’t know that won’t be enough though, that plastic baggies and nightmares and a short reccy will systematically unravel every thread of your life with him in just a few years.

You can’t know that then and even if yoy had, it probably wouldn’t have changed anything.

Fate has its ways after all.

The hotel Benny and Lia are getting married in is stunning. You knew it was going to be an extravagant affair from talking to Lia and hearing vague murmurs about the planning over brief coffees and calls. You definitely got the impression from the cost of the hotel rooms when you were booking your stay,  but this? This is like a scene from a movie.

Even in the pitch darkness, the spotlights on the pavement illuminated the building to show its luxurious facades and the reception was gleaming and bright. You can’t remember staying somewhere like this before.

It seems idyllic.

Seems being the operative word right now.

“Okay, but the apartment had two bedrooms,” you say, resting an elbow on the marble counter in exhaustion and frustration. “Two, that’s what I specifically booked. The family apartment. Now there’s a problem?” That had been the deal, you would take the one room with an extra cot for Clara and Frankie would have the other room so you could exist as the perfect co-parenting happy family you were at least trying to be for your kid.

It had been a good plan.

The receptionist’s bright demeanour falters momentarily and she looks at her computer screen instead of meeting your haze “Yes but appears there was a small glitch with the booking online and well - we checked the other family in earlier. We do have a room for you, of course.”

You look over at Frankie desperately. Of course there was a problem, you think, feeling the familiar sensation of tears burning in the back of your eyes.

You told Frankie you had sorted the hotel booking, you told him that it would all be okay and it’s a mess. You’re a mess.

“So, your system has glitched. However, we have either an apartment or a room, right? Good. Please can you confirm that the one you’ve put us in -” Frankie begins, his voice steady.

“It’s technically an upgrade,” she says brightly. “It opens out onto the beach and it’s actually one of my favourites.”

“That’s wonderful. Does it have two bedrooms though?” Frankie asks.

“No.”

Your face falls and you squeeze your eyes shut to fight the impending tears. You are exhausted and you made the right booking for the right room, how can this be happening to you?

“However, we have put a pull-out cot in the room for your daughter, so that should resolve your concerns over the bedrooms and the room really is a lovely one. It’s the grade above what you booked actually and the views are stunning. You even have a terrace as I said that opens on the beach and -“

“We’re not together,” you say bluntly. “That’s why we need separate rooms. We’re not together.” Your voice sounds almost plaintive now, repeating that you and Frankie are most definitely not a couple.

Not anymore.

“Oh. I - uh, I - we’re fully booked with the wedding,” she says in a small voice, tapping keys on her keyboard desperately as it if will magic an extra room into the universe. “I’m so sorry.”

You look at Frankie who shrugs as the two of you try and have a mental conversation.

“We’ll figure it out,” you say. “For tonight. Tomorrow we will need a better resolution.”

“I don’t know what we can do. I’ll - we’ll look into this for you.”

“Thanks. Alright, let’s get this munchkin to bed,” you say, looking at your daughter fast asleep in Frankie’s arms.

“Yeah, we’ll uh, we’ll sort this out tomorrow.”

“Honestly, you need this break,” Frankie says, leaning against a kitchen counter as you shake your head at him and concentrate on unloading the dishwasher.

“I have so much work and - do you think I want this? I don’t want to miss Lia’s wedding or seeing Clara in her dress -” The past few months have been difficult with work and while you’ve been so looking forward to a holiday and Lia’s wedding, it’s starting to feel impossible.

“So don’t,” Frankie says, shaking his head.

“It’s not that simple. My job -”

“Oh, honestly, fuck your job.” Frankie runs his hand over his face, removing his cap and squeezing it awkwardly.

“I have a mortgage and I can’t just - I can’t just leave things.”

“You’re burnt out,” Frankie interjects in a low voice, “Everyone sees it. Lia’s worried about you too, she told Benny.”

“Traitor.”

“I’m worried about you too. You have the PTO already booked off and our daughter is so excited about all of us going together.”

“I know,” you say, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I know.”

Frankie moves over sintantly, placing a hand delicately on your shoulder. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. It’ll be okay.”

“Don’t tell me it’s a job, I know that.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“I feel like I’m letting everyone down.”

“You’re not, you’re definitely not. I can promise you that.”

You look up between bleary tear-filled eyes. “Why are you being so nice to me, Frankie?” He doesn’t need to be nice to you anymore; you’re not together, you’re just co-parents.

“You’re still - still important to me. We’re friends again, right?”

You nod.  You are friends again; it’s taken some time to reach this point but you missed having Frankie in your life. This sober Frankie before you? He’s someone you want to be your friend again too.

“Please don’t try and tell me you’re not going to your best friend’s wedding again. We’re all going. It will be good.”

Despite the late hour of your arrival, you can immediately tell the hotel room is special. It’s too dark to see out towards the terrace but the wide French doors are already inviting you out and you have visions of sitting there in the morning with a cup of coffee.  The furnishings are white and blue, the classic coastal colour scheme, with rich dark wood furniture. What you can see of the bathroom looks great as well.

The problem is the two armchairs instead of a sofa, the tiny rollaway cot for Clara and the giant king size bed in the room.

Normally, the crisp white sheets would be all to inviting, but in this scenario you feel panicked.

How are you going to work this out? You thought the pull-out bed would be large enough for one of you, or that there would at least be a sofa.

The priority has been Clara and getting her ready for bed and asleep as soon as possible.

Now though, the two of you are standing awkwardly.

“You should take the bed,” he says, “I know things have been a lot recently and you should have it anyway, but -”

“Where would you sleep?”

“There’s a bathtub, right?” Frankie says calmly. “I could get the blankets and I could sleep there tonight.”

“You can’t sleep in a bathtub, Frankie!“

“Why not? I’ve slept in worst places when I was a pilot.”

“Exactly what about your back? Same for me, I guess - I’m getting flashbacks of drunken house parties now.”

“Oh really?” Frankie smiles.

“Long time ago,” you say, looking down at your daughter who is now tucked into the cot and is already asleep.

Your eyes feel so heavy with tired and you’re dying to have a shower and then curl up for the night so the holiday can properly start in the morning.

Frankie looks similarly fraught; his brow is furrowed and he’s perched on an arm of the armchair.

“We’re grown-ups, right?” you ask after a moment.

“So they keep telling me,” he replies with mischief in his eyes.

“Okay, then we’ll talk to the hotel in the morning, get this sorted out for good, but it’s one night, Frankie, and I am fucking exhausted.” You look over at Frankie. “It’s a big enough bed and there are enough pillows that we can - yes, yes, that’s the only option, isn’t it?” You nod your head; certain this is the only solution now. You’re tired and you desperately want to sleep and just hope that tomorrow will be better when you wake up.

“And you’re sure about this?”

“Do you have a better idea?  And the bathtub is not an option, Frankie.”

Frankie thinks for a moment and shakes his head.

“Do you still sleep on the same side?” Frankie asks in a low voice, rubbing his hair and exposing a hint of his stomach and automatically moving to the other side of the bed.

You nod and awkwardly put your phone on the bedside table and get into your side of the bed. “You?”

“It’s fine.” You remember that Frankie used to like the same side of the bed too, he’d use that as an excuse whenever you woke up in his arms each morning.

This is going to be so much harder than you thought it would be.

“Was this necessary?” Frankie asks, pointing at the barrier of pillows.

“I didn’t want either of us to feel uncomfortable,” you say simply and your voice feels small.

“It’s fine, it’s all good.”

“I don’t even know why I did it.”

“It’s not a big deal, okay?” Frankie gets into his side of the bed, barely stifling a yawn. Maybe the day is finally catching up with him. In the dim light of the bedside tables, you can see the exhaustion starting to fill his eyes, the tiredness on his face.

“Still can’t believe you were going to sleep in the bathtub anyway!”

”It seemed a good idea at the time. Hey, she’s fast asleep,” Frankie says with a smile, indicating your daughter who is safely tucked into her own bed. “Y’know, I wanted to say thanks for this.”

“You’re the one who persuaded me not to stay and work.” You smile and shake your head as you slip into the covers. “Can’t believe I almost considered that.” Though in fairness, you wouldn’t be dealing with this hotel room drama if you were at home. You wouldn’t be with Clara though. “Besides, Lia’s my friend too and you had a good idea with combining this with something for Clara.  I want her to grow up and know we’re not fighting each other and that we’re on the same side. She’s our priority, right?”

‘’Always.”

“Besides, I’ve never stayed somewhere like this before.”

“Me either.”

“You travelled everywhere in the army.”

“Oh, darling, you have very different ideas about life in the army. I stayed in dorms or safe-houses or outside.” You notice the way his smile falters slightly, his eyes haunted by the ghosts of a short reccy that turned into days of worry and anguish. All Frankie came back with were bad dreams and enough trauma to send him straight to the escape of his vices.

“I’m sorry about the room.”

“It’s not on you. Besides, it’s one night. We’ll sort it out properly tomorrow.”

“Yeah, it’s just one night,” you repeat.

“Huh, heard that one before,” Frankie says sadly and before you can think about what he’s just said, he turns to the other side of the wall.

Usually you listen to a meditation or a sleep story to drift away. You like the harmless, ambient noise and dulcet tones of someone else to lull the stresses of the day away.

You can’t do that with Frankie here though and your second option for sleeplessness … absolutely not.

You switch off the light and exhale slowly. You’ll be fine, you can count sheep or try that breathing technique you read about. It’s just you’re so tired now you don’t even feel like sleeping now.

“You okay?” a low voice asks quietly.

“I hate the first night in a new bed.”

“I remember.”

“It’s fine.”

You turn over so you’re facing Frankie’s side. In the darkness of the room, all you can see is the silhouette of the many pillows separating the two of you and the broad outline of his shoulders.

You remember nights kissing the freckles on his neck, his shoulders, being so incontrovertibly in love with this man you thought you could spend forever in bed with him. You’d have spent forever anywhere with him once. 

You’ve dated since Frankie, you know he has as well, but somehow the finality of the very barrier that you created is pulling at your heartstrings right now. It’s all wrong.

It’s not supposed to be like this.

This is going to be a long week.

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Mystery: Daughters of the Drossyard Pact

Originally intended to be sacrifices n a fiendish ritual , three orphan sisters managed to outsmart the warlock who’d adopted them and managed to offer him in their stead, Inadvertently becoming the beneficiaries of his profane dealings. Decades later, with the renewal of the pact looming one of the sisters has gone missing, leaving the other two in a lurch fearing the other had something to do with it. One sister desperately wishes to be free of the deal,  while the other may be willing to do anything to hold on to the power it has granted her. Neither trusts the other but both want the party’s aid in discovering the fate or whereabouts of their missing sibling.

Adventure Hooks: 

A pious noblewoman by the name of Lia Rolland initially hires our heroes to investigate the disappearance of a local playwright she serves as patron to as well as look into the strange occurrences around the theater which have only seemed to escalate since. Sleuthing around turns up a gaggle of disgruntled actors and stagehands stretched to the breaking point by an endless series of accidents and mishaps and delays. On top of everything else, prior to her disappearance Mecona, the playwright,  kept insisting on revising the piece over and over again and was prone to bringing production to a halt for days at a time while she buried herself in rewrites, which is why no one initially noticed that she was gone.  If the party are careful with their questions they may just discover that lowborn Mecona and highborn Lia are apparently sisters, a truth discovered by a snooping costumer looking in on one of their meetings. 

As it turns out, the strange occurrences are the fault of a host of dark spirits that have taken up residence in the forgotten corners of the theater, who’ve been amusing themselves by causing all kinds of minor chaos. Inevitably the party will be victim to a few of their cruel pranks or sabotauge, escilating until have to fight an entire possessed prompts department and worse as the demons boil out like a kicked hornet’s nest. 

 Into the chaoic (and potentially burning) theater strides Doc Briar, a scarred and swaggering practitioner of dark magic who aids the party in putting down the fiendish threat before warning them not to trust their employer and portaling out.  Briar will be shadowing them for the rest of the adventure just in case they get into any more scrapes, though it appears she has a motive of her own. 

Background: Once there were three orphan sisters, Rose, Camellia, and Poesy, their parents and last name taken from them by an awful war that saw them bourne from the smouldering remains of village to the big city. For years they were overlooked in the crowds of other refugees, falling ever deeper through the cracks until they were atlast taken in by a cold-eyed man who saw them brought up as servants in his great an empty house. Warry Camellia suspected the man had torrid plans for them, but ever-practical Rose was willing to put up with anything if it meant the  younger two would be saved from the street.

The cold-eyed man did have designs on the sisters, but they were far more sinister than what cruel old men usually do to those who are dependant on them. The man was an occultist of great ambition, and had spent his life seeking the means of summoning a fiend capable of granting his desire for power. After much dark dealing he’d found one, Calceinatis the profaner, but her summoning ritual required betrayal on the part of the summoner. Thinking himself clever he brought the three sisters into his home, taught them the basics of his magic,  and claimed that he’d take the most promising of the girls not only as his apprentice, but as rightfully acknowledged heir to all his wealth and holdings.  Over the next few years the cold-eyed man moved his favor from one girl to the next, hoping to stoke resentment and envy between the sisters, laying the groundwork for that most nessisary betrayal.

It was reticent Cammellia was his eventual selection, passing over Rose who wanted it most and young impressionable Posey to whom he was most like an actual father.  He passed the middle sister off to his peers as his bastard,  an indiscretion from years back that he had sheltered out of shame and only now worked up the courage to admit. Society applauded him for it, and he grinned as he introduced his “daughter” to polite society, thinking of how the other two must have watched their sister from the back rooms with covetous hatred. 

It would take a fool not to notice that the sisters had been on to his game for years, but the cold-eyed man was not just a fool, he was hollow hearted and narrow minded, ignorant of the bonds of love and convinced that all people were as motivated by the promise of power and station as he was.  While the sisters couldn’t know exactly what he had planned, they’d swore to stick by eachother no matter what, and so when their benefactor took them out to the great ash dusted badlands at the foot of the mountains as part of Cammellia’s “ascension ritual” they knew they had to act soon.   The rite had barely begun before the cold-eyed man tossed the sacrificial knife between the girls, claiming that he needed only one blood offering and the other two would be greatly rewarded if they did the deed. He drew close as the girls squabbled over the blade, unwilling to deny himself the violence that would lead him to everything he wanted, the oft imagined vision of young veins sliced open and spilling forth everything he could have wanted. 

The Cold-eyed man never could have imagined that his girls, his pawns, his wretched little orphans, would drive the knife into his belly with all the stregth their little arms could muster. That three little sets of hands would pull as one to tear open his fine suit and spill his guts into the ashen earth. 

He was still alive when the demon loomed over him, two sets skulls grinning, he was still alive when the sharp bear fangs started in on his flesh while the goat congratulated the girls on their marvelous betrayal and the boons they would be granted for this fine offering, he was still alive when the blunt goat teeth started in on his bones while the bear intoned that if the sisters wanted to keep these gifts they would need to return to this spot every sixth year and use the same knife to spill a few drops of their own blood or else… The demon did not finish what it was saying, the cold eyed man had finally died and so the meal was done. It disapeared, leaving Rose, Camellia, and Poesy to drag their father/employer’s body back to civilization, claiming to have been the victim of some savage animal attack. 

Motivations & Complications: 

Lia Rolland  (Cammellia): Forced to maintain the deception that she was the illgotten daughter of the man she helped murder has put Lia in a bind. She would like nothing more than to abandon his legacy and the pact but the resources granted to her but necessity has forced her time and again to rely on both. Wealth allowed her to support her sisters into adulthood, and the few supernatural abilities she’s allowed herself have seen her through hard times as she’s made a family and become a patron of the arts. She’d never break the pact on her own, fearing that all the good things in her life would be stripped away, but she’s terrified Briar has given in to her powerhungry nature and hurt or even killed Mecona to strike a new bargin with the demon of the drossyard.

Doc Briar (Rose):  A life spent looking out for two younger sisters convinced Briar that she need to do whatever it took to gain control of her life, which led to her fully embracing the gifts of the pact. She suspects Lia has done something with Mecona to ensure the pact cannot be restruck, and has hired the party as cover. Knowing she’s on a deadline for the next renewal of the ritual, she aims to track down both her sisters and convince them to return to the drossyard. Failing that, steal the knife and get a bit of Lia’s blood which she can hopefully use to stave off the demon for another half-decade. 

Mecona (Poppy):  Barely old enough to remember her parents before she and her sisters were taken in by the cold-eyed man, Poppy was the only one he seemed to show actual parental affection for, if only out of an attmept to make the other two resent their most innocent sibling. This gaslighting seeded her mind with confusion and guilt as to whether the cold-eyed man really meant them any harm, and if they were really without blame for killing their abuser.  These troubled feelings led her to the arts and later to the stage writing under an assumed name, having developed a real talent for portraying complicated relationships that resonated with  audiences.  As the sixth anniversary of the pact rolled around her guilt over the mater came to a boil (were they really any better than the old man if they benefited from the same dark magic as he intended to use them for?), she decided to isolate herself, let the pact end, and see just what her sisters would do with the matter. 

Calceinatis: What the daughters of the drossyard do not yet realize is that they are once again being manipulated, this time by the fiend whispering in their minds and stoking their darker impulses. Sometime while devouring the old warlock’s soul the profaner realized that the three young women could be useful tools in feeding it again, but realized it would have to play the long game if it wanted them to truely turn the knife on eachother.  By feeding Rose’s ambition, Camellia’s fear, and Poppy’s regret, the Drossyard demon has separated the sisters and set them against eachother just as the cold-eyed man once did, Now all she has to do is sit back, wait, and let momentum carry one of the three past the point of no return. 

If you want to use this in your game, why not take a look at my How to run mysteries for d&d post. 

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━⁠☞🍽️ Eighth Course: If you squint, you'll effectively recognize the facts that everything about his new girl is... disgustingly similar to your image. Talk about serving it in a silver platter. 🥢

🎧: Olivia Rodrigo - Deja Vu

wc: 838

genre & warnings: angst, flashbacks, hints of betrayal/cheating, cursing, lovers to exes, Lia of ITZY is featured here, etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

You almost laughed at the man who was standing on your porch, looking like a poor child in need of assistance.

"Choi Jongho, what the fuck are you doing here?" you asked incredulously, crossing your arms in annoyance at this ridiculous situation.

He pouts at your aggressiveness, not used to this kind of attitude of yours towards him.

Normally, you'd be so sweet and nurturing, kissing his pout away and cooing at him, asking him what's wrong. But he guesses that disturbing your sleep and knowing that you still haven't forgiven him are good reasons for your change.

His silence further vexes you, raising your eyebrow along with your voice.

"Jongho, I asked you a damn question. Answer it! What are you doing here?!"

"I missed you." he mumbles and you nearly didn't hear him, but you did.. and you are absolutely, insanely furious at his audacity.

He comes barging in your life, causing a cyclone, then he leaves you in the middle of the storm, and he returns like nothing ever happened.

He's treating you like some kind of motel, and it's very disrespectful on your side.

"You missed me? Why? Did your new girl dump you?"

"No, but she resembles you so much that I can't help but remember you through her."

Lame. Lame fucking excuse but you somehow understand it.

Why?

Because you saw how she's basically you, a twin perhaps.

When you and Jongho broke up, which was a nasty one, it left you incredibly shattered. You were basically shaking as you picked up your pieces and tried to glue it back together so you'll be able to function like a human being again.

But you also went into the stages of grief, the worse one was the in-denial part.

You were about to throw your phone on the wall, an action that you will definitely regret later but your friend, Lia, thankfully stopped you from doing so.

"No! Y/N, calm down!" she yells, pinning you down on the mattress and doing her best to comfort you.

You let go of your phone, from your palm it landed on the sheets and Lia's eyes went over to it. Realizing that you're stalking Jongho's social media account.

She shakes her head in disappointment but she can't exactly blame you. She knows what you're going through and she's willing to take care of you until you can stand on your own feet again.

"Lia!" you wailed in her arms, bags in your eyes and hair turning greasy for not showering the whole day.

"I-I see his new girl and it's m-me! If he wants a girl like me then I'm here! Why does he need to look for others!?" you shouted and cried and she stayed there to listen to your rants.

Lia scans the phone again, lulling you into sleep and she can't help the cringe on her face.

Jongho's new girlfriend does seem like a clone of you.

Same hair, same facial features, same physical attributes, heck even the way she dresses.

If you are the standard that he's keen on keeping, then why would he leave you alone at the end of the altar while he meets other girls that will inevitably bring him back to you.

You do not, cannot, and will not accept such bullshit.

But that was back then, when you were too naive to realize that the world is a large place to explore. You had to be the bigger person, no, not forgive but you'd rather forget, and you did say to your family and friends that you wish Jongho well.

Now though, that he stands in front of you, all you could think of is how you should've wished him hell instead.

"Oh you've got to be bullshitting me, Jongho." you chuckled, tone full of mockery and irony, "I'm not dealing with this, I'm done with you."

Before you can shut the door on his face, he puts a foot in and it accidentally gets caught in the middle. You winced and almost apologized but you held yourself back, in the back of your head, he somehow deserves that pain.

"Ow!" he grumbles, but he straightens himself up in a mere second, "Y/N, please. We can talk this out."

If you hear one more begging, you think you'll have to choke yourself.

"Jongho, the 'talk' you're saying has been long overdue." you smile, truly infuriated, "Well then, go have fun recycling our routine to your new relationship."

You slammed the door, locking it— locking him out.

You have spent lots of sleepless nights thinking about the things that he's doing with his new girlfriend, the one that he easily replaced you with.

You have thought about them eating at the restaurants that you frequently went to, watching the movies that you have recommended to him before, singing their hearts out during late night drives.

It's maddening, and now that you're only starting to get some rest, you are not gonna allow him to ruin that.

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In regards to confession 714 and 709— hello! I was the anon, lol, and I’m glad to see that people agree with me that the dromies are immature and written slightly unrealistically.

To be honest, I completely agree with what you said about the dromies only being popular as a plot point— a plot point that has quite a few holes, unfortunately, because they were written… abut poorly, actually. I don’t want to criticise Rosy’s writing in any way, because I respect her and her series so much, but having the Dromies, who are genuinely really interesting characters, and not writing their character dynamics effectively and realistically honestly degrades the storyline and their characterisation, because they should have been shown to be popular. And that’s my major gripe with the series, because if that was done effectively, it would have had serious implications for not only the Dromies themselves, but Jake’s dynamics with them, as it would have made more sense for him to stay with the dromies for that safety and mental support. It would have made Jake’s betrayal more easier to swallow, rather than making me burst out laughing. Only Drew can make the word ‘freak’ a slur 0-o.

Your reasoning as to why they are so-called popular makes a lot of sense, and I was thinking the same way when I was watching the series. But I think you slightly missed my main point, or I just didn’t explain it clearly enough in my first ask, but I do realise that the Dromies are popular because of their respective abilities, e,g Drew for being rich. but no one except Zoey is really shown to have that ability to be popular, and do not have any real interactions with anyone else.

Zoey is clearly a popular character, for she’s shown to have her own influence over several characters who aren’t her immediate friends, such as those two teenagers in episode ten, whereas the Dromies don’t interact with anyone except themselves. In episode five (or four?), we see them play football, but Drew and Liam don’t gravitate towards anyone the way Jake or Luke does in that episode. Of course there’s that scene in episode nine where Drew is asked to play football, but he immediately shuts it down in favour of Jake, which suggests to me that Drew doesn’t care that much about the social aspect of popularity, but rather being seen as ‘a threat’ or domineering. Thanks to episode two, I genuinely believe that Jake is the most popular out of all the Dromies, because Jake has that natural charisma and he’s popular with the girls. Whereas the others are infamous, just like you said. Lia, Zoey and Maria do also genuinely seem popular though, outside of the Dromies. Could it possibly be that they’re actually the least popular now, and they’ve lost the qualities that once made them popular, and are only popular because Jake and Zoey are well-liked/feared?

confession #722

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb: The Inheritance Games meets Ocean’s Eleven in this cinematic heist thriller where a cutthroat competition brings together the world’s best thieves and one thief is playing for the highest stakes of all: her mother's life.

At only seventeen years old, Ross Quest is already a master thief, especially adept at escape plans. Until her plan to run away from her legendary family of thieves takes an unexpected turn, leaving her mother’s life hanging in the balance.

In a desperate bid, she enters the Thieves’ Gambit, a series of dangerous, international heists where killing the competition isn’t exactly off limits, but the grand prize is a wish for anything in the world—a wish that could save her mom. When she learns two of her competitors include her childhood nemesis and a handsome, smooth-talking guy who might also want to steal her heart, winning the Gambit becomes trickier than she imagined.

Ross tries her best to stick to the family creed: trust no one whose last name isn’t Quest. But with the stakes this high, Ross will have to decide who to con and who to trust before time runs out. After all, only one of them can win.

Review:

A cutthroat competition amongst the best thieves and winner gets one wish granted, but one thief is playing for the greatest stake of all: her mother's life. Rossalyn "Ross" Quest is a seventeen year old girl and a master thief, her mother raised her to be one, and she's excellent at escape plans... yet the only escape plan she hasn't been good at is escaping her mother and her life as a thief. All Ross has ever wanted was to be normal, to have friends, to make connections, and just as she was getting ready to enact her escape to go to college her mother is suddenly captured and won't be released unless Ross comes up with a billion dollar ransom. Luckily for her, her antics have not gone unnoticed and she is invited to participate in the Thieves' Gambit, a series of dangerous international heists against other competitors... and killing isn't off limits. The winner is granted one wish, anything they want, and Ross knows that this is the only way to save her mother. Yet this competition has it's own issues, from the fact that some of the competitors include her childhood friend turned nemesis and a handsome guy who might just steal her heart. Ross knows she'll have to do whatever it takes to win, but can she backstab some of the people she's begin to think of as her own friends... and are the betrayals awaiting her closer to home than she realizes? The Quest family creed is : trust no one whose last name isn't Quest.... yet she's in for a shock. This is the first book in the series and the end of this book definitely has you looking forward to the next one. This was a really fun heists/puzzle adventure and lives up to the Ocean's Eleven aspect. Filled with fun heists and cutthroat competition, I can't wait to see where the next book goes and how the relationship drama works out! This is a fun read for anyone who likes heists stories.

*Spoiler: Ross falls for Devroe, who later betrays her and asks that his wish be saved for later. Ross's mother competed and won the tournament years before and never told her. Devroe's mother was in the same competition as Ross's mom and wanted to use the wish to save Devroe's father (who died) and Devroe wanted revenge. The last phase of the competition involved kidnapping someone and Ross finds out that her mother had conned her the entire time to get the billion dollars and that she knew her aunt would be kidnapped in the competition. The competition curators agree to give back Ross's beloved aunt if she works for them for a year... and works in a partnership with Devroe. Ross and Lia (her childhood nemesis make up and become friends after Ross finds out her mother sabotaged that friendship). Ross agrees to work for the curators of the competition and with Devroe, despite his betrayal and the fact that he broke her heart. The book ends with her saying she should have known better than to trust anyone).

*Thanks Netgalley and PENGUIN GROUP Penguin Young Readers Group, Nancy Paulsen Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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Discover the Intensity and Magic of "The Hunters": A Captivating Start to the Tales of the Plains Series Dark intrigue and relentless action define "The Hunters," the exhilarating first installment of the Tales of the Plains series by the critically acclaimed author of "The Black Hawks." From the very first page, readers are thrust into a meticulously crafted world where danger lurks in every shadow, and courage is the only currency that matters. The novel introduces a complex tapestry of characters, each grappling with their own pasts while forging a path through a land teeming with magic, betrayal, and unforeseen twists. At its core, "The Hunters" addresses some of the most pressing challenges faced by contemporary fantasy literature: the balance between character-driven narrative and high-stakes adventure. By offering a blend of rich character development and intricate world-building, this book solves the often-cited problem of engaging readers who crave both emotional depth and relentless pacing. It’s a story that not only expands the boundaries of the genre but also sets a new standard for future works. As the first chapter in the Tales of the Plains series, "The Hunters" leaves an indelible mark, promising more epic battles and heart-wrenching decisions in the volumes to come. Plot In "The Hunters," the plot revolves around a band of mercenaries known for their exceptional skills. Their latest mission seems simple enough: track down a rogue mage who has been causing havoc in the region. However, as the team delves deeper into their pursuit, they uncover a web of political intrigue, ancient prophecies, and hidden agendas. The mercenaries find themselves entangled in a struggle that could alter the course of their world. The narrative deftly intertwines action-packed sequences with moments of introspection, keeping readers hooked as the stakes escalate. Each twist and turn adds layers to the story, challenging the characters' loyalties and testing their mettle. Characters The characters in "The Hunters" are richly developed, each possessing distinct personalities and backstories that contribute to the overall depth of the story. The leader of the mercenaries, Kalt, is a seasoned warrior whose gruff exterior hides a complex inner world haunted by past failures. Then there's Lia, a former noble with unparalleled archery skills and a sharp wit, who constantly clashes with Kalt. Their team includes a diverse mix of individuals, such as the enigmatic mage Endral and the stoic warrior Bront. Each character's motivations and personal dilemmas are explored, making them more than just fighters in a fantastical world but beings with relatable struggles and growth. Writing Style The writing style of "The Hunters" is both engaging and immersive. The author employs a third-person limited perspective that shifts between various characters, allowing for a multifaceted understanding of the unfolding events. The prose strikes a balance between vivid descriptions and brisk, snappy dialogue, ensuring that the narrative pace remains taut. The battle scenes are particularly well-crafted, with meticulous attention to detail that creates a cinematic experience for the reader. Additionally, the author’s knack for world-building is evident in the lush, evocative descriptions of the mercenaries’ surroundings, from bustling towns to eerie, desolate landscapes. Setting The setting of "The Hunters" is a diverse and intricate world that breathes life into the narrative. The Tales of the Plains universe is marked by its sprawling cities, treacherous wilderness, and ancient ruins teeming with secrets. The cultures and customs of various factions are thoughtfully depicted, lending authenticity and depth to the world. One standout locale is the city of Voss, with its labyrinthine streets and political machinations that mirror the complexity of the mission at hand. The mercenary band's travels take them through varied terrain, each with its own hazards and mysteries, making the setting a dynamic character in its own right.

Unique Aspects "The Hunters" distinguishes itself through its blend of traditional fantasy elements with fresh, innovative twists. The story subverts typical genre tropes by presenting morally ambiguous characters and unpredictable plot developments. The emphasis on the psychological and emotional journeys of the mercenaries elevates the narrative beyond a simple quest tale. Another unique aspect is the incorporation of intricate political intrigue, which adds layers of tension and complexity to the plot. Additionally, the book offers a nuanced exploration of themes such as loyalty, redemption, and the consequences of power, making it a thought-provoking read that resonates on multiple levels. Pros of The Hunters: Book One Engaging Storyline The engaging storyline of "The Hunters" captivates readers from the outset, with its intricate plot twists and well-developed characters. This keeps readers glued to the pages, heightening their overall experience. The author’s storytelling prowess combined with a blend of action and suspense makes it hard to put the book down, ensuring an immersive journey through the fantasy world. Rich World-Building The book excels in world-building, creating a vivid and intricate setting that appeals to fans of the fantasy genre. Descriptive language paints a clear picture of the environment, cultures, and lore, drawing readers deeper into the narrative. This depth of detail adds layers to the story, enriching the reader’s experience and providing a substantive backdrop that many fantasy enthusiasts seek. Strong Character Development One of the key strengths lies in its strong character development. Each character is well-fleshed out, with distinct personalities, motivations, and arcs. This allows readers to form emotional connections, enhancing their investment in the story. The multidimensional characters contribute to a richer, more relatable narrative, which can significantly enhance the overall reader experience. High-Quality Writing The author’s high-quality writing, marked by sophisticated prose and sharp dialogue, elevates the book. This high standard of writing ensures a smooth, enjoyable reading experience, maintaining engagement through literary flair. The polished writing style lends credibility and sophistication to the narrative, making it appealing to both casual readers and literary critics. Paced To Perfection The pace of "The Hunters" maintains a balanced rhythm between action-packed scenes and character development moments. This equilibrium keeps readers constantly engaged without overwhelming them. Well-paced storytelling allows readers to savor each moment, enhancing their overall experience and ensuring they remain invested from start to finish. Cons of The Hunters: Book One Complex Plot While the complex plot can be engaging, it may also be hard to follow for some readers. The numerous subplots and intertwining storylines can create confusion, detracting from the seamless reader experience. This complexity requires careful reading and possibly multiple read-throughs to fully grasp, which might be off-putting to some casual readers. Overwhelming Details The extensive detail in world-building, while appreciated by some, can feel overwhelming to others. The dense descriptions and intricate backgrounds may bog down the narrative flow for readers who prefer faster-paced storytelling. This level of detail can make the book feel like a slower read, impacting overall enjoyment for those looking for a more straightforward plot. Character Overload The large cast of characters, though developed, can be daunting to keep track of. Readers may find it challenging to remember each character's role and significance, leading to potential confusion. This possible character overload might hinder smooth progression through the story, especially for those who prefer a more streamlined cast. Pacing Issues Despite the overall balanced pace, certain sections of the book may feel uneven, with some parts dragging and others feeling rushed.

These pacing inconsistencies can disrupt the reading experience, making it challenging to maintain engagement. Readers may find themselves skipping certain parts or feeling rushed through others, which detracts from the immersive experience. Series Commitment As the first book in a new series, "The Hunters" requires a commitment to subsequent installments to achieve narrative closure. Readers who prefer standalone novels might find this serial nature frustrating. The anticipation of waiting for future books might also dampen immediate gratification, impacting overall satisfaction for some readers. FAQ What is the genre of "The Hunters: Book one of the thrilling new fantasy series from the author of THE BLACK HAWKS"? The genre of "The Hunters" is fantasy. It incorporates elements of adventure and epic storytelling typical of the fantasy genre. Do I need to read "THE BLACK HAWKS" before starting "The Hunters"? No, "The Hunters" is the first book in a new series, so prior knowledge of "THE BLACK HAWKS" is not necessary. However, reading "THE BLACK HAWKS" might provide additional context and appreciation for the author's style. Is "The Hunters" appropriate for young readers? "The Hunters" is generally aimed at an adult audience due to its complex themes and some mature content. It may not be suitable for younger readers without parental guidance. What kind of characters can I expect in "The Hunters"? "The Hunters" features a diverse cast of characters each with their unique backgrounds and personalities. Expect well-developed protagonists, intriguing antagonists, and a variety of supporting characters that enrich the story. How does "The Hunters" compare to "THE BLACK HAWKS" in terms of writing style? The writing style in "The Hunters" maintains the same engaging and descriptive quality found in "THE BLACK HAWKS," with rich world-building and fast-paced narrative that captivates readers. Are there any recurring themes in "The Hunters"? Yes, "The Hunters" explores themes such as loyalty, bravery, the struggle between good and evil, and the consequences of power. These themes are interwoven throughout the plot and character development. Is "The Hunters" part of a planned series, and how many books will there be? "The Hunters" is the first book in the "Tales of the Plains" series. Details on the total number of books planned for the series may not be fully disclosed yet, but it is expected to continue with multiple installments. Where can I purchase "The Hunters"? "The Hunters" is available for purchase at major bookstores and online retailers, including Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and independent bookshops. What formats are available for "The Hunters"? "The Hunters" is available in various formats including hardcover, paperback, eBook, and sometimes as an audiobook depending on the publisher's offerings. Has "The Hunters" received any awards or notable reviews? While specific awards may vary, "The Hunters" has generally received positive reviews from readers and critics alike for its compelling storyline and vibrant world-building. In conclusion, "The Hunters: Book One of the Thrilling New Fantasy Series from the Author of THE BLACK HAWKS (Tales of the Plains, Book 1)" emerges as a quintessential read for fantasy enthusiasts looking to delve into a new and compelling universe. This first installment offers a seamless blend of intricate world-building, dynamic character development, and intense, action-packed storytelling. As we navigate through the richly detailed landscapes that only a skilled writer like David Wragg can conjure, it's apparent this series has the potential to carve out a distinct niche within the fantasy genre. One of the standout features of "The Hunters" is its meticulous world-building. Wragg has evidently invested time and effort into crafting a setting that feels both immense and immersive. From desolate plains to bustling cities, each location is rendered with a depth that invites readers to explore its mysteries and complexities.

This expansive backdrop enhances the story's stakes, offering not just a stage for the characters’ exploits, but also shaping the narrative's tone and direction. Moreover, the book boasts a cast of multifaceted characters who evolve as the plot progresses. Protagonists are presented with genuine struggles and moral dilemmas, making their journeys as relatable as they are fantastical. Whether it's grappling with past traumas, testing loyalty, or confronting unforeseen threats, readers will find themselves deeply invested in the characters' arcs. Wragg’s talent for blending action with emotional growth ensures that every battle fought is significant, not just for the physical triumphs but for the personal revelations they precipitate. Additionally, "The Hunters" excels in delivering a sense of thrill and suspense. Wragg's narrative pace ensures that readers are constantly kept on the edge of their seats, with twists and turns that defy predictability. This balance of unpredictability and coherent plot progression is crucial in maintaining reader engagement, making it difficult to put the book down. For those who appreciate a gripping narrative filled with adventure, ethical complexities, and detailed world-building, "The Hunters" stands as a valuable choice. It not only provides an entertaining escapade but also invites readers to ponder deeper themes of survival, friendship, and the pursuit of purpose. Investing in this book is not just about enjoying a fantastic story; it's about becoming part of a universe that promises continued thrill and discovery in future installments.

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Ouija Castle Review: A Gothic Horror that Fails to Haunt

Ouija Castle, directed by Louisa Warren and penned by Jasmine Ebony Thomas, arrives on the horror scene with a premise that tantalizes but ultimately falls short of its potential. The film, which centers around the dark aftermath of Princess Thalia’s banishment by her power-hungry mother, Queen Velma, attempts to weave a tale of supernatural intrigue and royal betrayal. However, it struggles to maintain a coherent narrative, and the chilling atmosphere it aspires to achieve remains frustratingly out of reach. The story begins with a promising setup. After the death of King Eldric, the once-prosperous kingdom falls into disarray as Queen Velma, played with a measure of steely resolve by Danielle Scott, seizes control. Fearing that her daughter, Princess Thalia (Mya Brown), might pose a threat to her newly acquired throne, Velma casts a powerful spell, plunging Thalia into a perpetual sleep. The film’s central conflict arises when this dark act unwittingly triggers a series of supernatural events that threaten to destroy the very kingdom Velma fought so hard to control. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DaPPYZXCPc Good Atmosphere, Weak Characters The plot weaves together various characters who each play a role in the unfolding drama. Chrissie Wunna’s Lia is a sympathetic figure, a servant loyal to the princess and determined to save her from her cursed fate. Sophie Rankin as Sofia, Velma’s enigmatic advisor, offers a performance that hovers between cold calculation and barely concealed fear, hinting at the consequences of dabbling in dark magic. Lila Lasso’s Delia, someone with her own mysterious motives, adds another layer of complexity, though her character ultimately feels underdeveloped. Finally, there’s Zazid, portrayed by Danielle Scott, who, while integral to the plot’s progression, never quite evolves beyond her role as Velma’s obedient enforcer. To its credit, Ouija Castle does have moments where its potential shines through. The gothic aesthetic, though unevenly executed, occasionally manages to evoke a sense of dread and foreboding. The castle itself, with its labyrinthine corridors and shadowed corners, serves as an effective setting for a tale of haunted royalty. Warren’s direction hints at an understanding of horror’s visual language, with certain scenes—particularly those involving Thalia’s enchanted slumber—exuding a genuinely eerie atmosphere. The concept of a royal court beset by malevolent spirits is compelling, offering a unique twist on the haunted house trope. The performances, though inconsistent, have their moments as well. Mya Brown as Princess Thalia, though she spends much of the film in a state of enchanted slumber, conveys a quiet vulnerability that makes her plight sympathetic. Danielle Scott’s portrayal of Queen Velma, while lacking in emotional depth, captures the ruthless ambition of a woman driven to secure her power at any cost. There is an underlying tension in her interactions with Sofia, played by Sophie Rankin, suggesting a more complex relationship that the script, unfortunately, never fully explores. Storytelling that Misses the Mark However, these moments of promise are overshadowed by the film’s numerous shortcomings. The most glaring issue is the disjointed narrative, which struggles to maintain a coherent flow from one scene to the next. The film’s pacing is erratic, with long stretches of monotonous dialogue interspersed with sudden bursts of supernatural action that feel more confusing than thrilling. Warren’s direction, while competent in certain scenes, fails to unify the disparate elements of the story into a compelling whole. The script by Thomas is equally problematic. The dialogue is often stilted, with characters delivering lines that feel out of place or overly expository. The central conflict—the battle between Thalia’s loyalists and Velma’s forces—is underdeveloped, with key plot points either glossed over or explained in frustratingly vague terms. The motivations of certain characters, particularly Delia and Zazid, are murky at best, leaving the audience to wonder why they behave the way they do. Perhaps the most disappointing aspect of Ouija Castle is its wasted potential. The film’s premise, which blends elements of gothic horror with political intrigue, is rich with possibilities. Yet, it consistently fails to capitalize on these opportunities, opting instead for cheap scares and cliched plot twists. The supernatural elements, which should have been the film’s main draw, are poorly executed, with special effects that range from passable to downright laughable. The titular Ouija board, which one would expect to play a central role in the story, is relegated to a minor plot device, appearing only sporadically and with little impact on the overall narrative. Overall The film’s climax, which should have been a crescendo of tension and horror, falls flat due to a lack of emotional investment in the characters. By the time the final confrontation between Thalia’s supporters and Velma’s forces arrives, the audience is left feeling more exhausted than exhilarated. The resolution, while tying up the main plot threads, fails to deliver a satisfying conclusion, leaving several questions unanswered and key character arcs incomplete. Ouija Castle is a film that aspires to greatness but falls far short of the mark. Its intriguing premise and moments of atmospheric tension are overshadowed by a muddled narrative, underdeveloped characters, and missed opportunities. While there are glimpses of a better film lurking beneath the surface, they are ultimately lost in a sea of mediocrity. For fans of gothic horror, Ouija Castle may offer a few fleeting moments of enjoyment, but for most viewers, it will likely prove to be a frustrating and forgettable experience. Read the full article

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The Remnant Chronicles | Series Review

Author: Mary E. Pearson

Genre: YA Fantasy, Romance

Publisher: Henry Holt & Co

Release Date: 08/07/2014 - 07/07/2015 - 02/08/2016

Rating: 3.75/5 🌟

Synopsis:

The Kiss of Deception: 4/5 🌟🌟🌟🌟 In a society steeped in tradition, Princess Lia’s life follows a preordained course. As First Daughter, she is expected to have the revered gift of sight—but she doesn’t—and she knows her parents are perpetrating a sham when they arrange her marriage to secure an alliance with a neighboring kingdom—to a prince she has never met. On the morning of her wedding, Lia flees to a distant village. She settles into a new life, hopeful when two mysterious and handsome strangers arrive—and unaware that one is the jilted prince and the other an assassin sent to kill her. Deception abounds, and Lia finds herself on the brink of unlocking perilous secrets—even as she finds herself falling in love.

The Heart of Betrayal: 3/5 🌟🌟🌟 Held captive in the barbarian kingdom of Venda, Lia and Rafe have little chance of escape . . . and even less of being together. Desperate to save her life, Lia's erstwhile assassin, Kaden, has told the Vendan Komisar that she has a magical gift, and the Komisar's interest in Lia is greater than either Kaden or Lia foresaw. Meanwhile, the foundations of Lia's deeply-held beliefs are crumbling beneath her. Nothing is straightforward: there's Rafe, who lied to her, but has sacrificed his freedom to protect her; Kaden, who meant to assassinate her but has now saved her life; and the Vendans, whom she always believed to be barbarians but whom she now realizes are people who have been terribly brutalized by the kingdoms of Dalbreck and Morrighan. Wrestling with her upbringing, her gift, and her very sense of self, Lia will have to make powerful choices that affect her country, her people . . . and her own destiny.

The Beauty of Darkness: 3.75/5 🌟🌟🌟 💫 Lia has survived Venda—but so has a great evil bent on the destruction of Morrighan. And only Lia can stop it. With war on the horizon, Lia has no choice but to assume her role as First Daughter, as soldier—as leader. While she struggles to reach Morrighan and warn them, she finds herself at cross-purposes with Rafe and suspicious of Kaden, who has hunted her down. In this conclusion to the Remnant Chronicles trilogy, traitors must be rooted out, sacrifices must be made, and impossible odds must be overcome as the future of every kingdom hangs in the balance.

Review:

BOOK ONE:

okay, so yeah, this one actually lives up to the adequate hype it has! honestly, it should have more hype since it’s much better and well plotted than most new releases!

anyways, the first half of the book was a game of who’s who?! and it legit had me pulling my hairs out!!! cuz i sooo wanted her to fall for the prince but these shitty stories always have the princess falling for the rugged broke bitch … ugh!! i was all nerves!!! thankfully, around the 70% mark, we get the truth out !!! anywho, really like this one. i’ll be picking up the next in a couple of days! highly recommend the audiobook too!!

BOOK TWO:

unfortunately, this one suffered from “sequel blues”! it wasn’t bad per se, but it didn’t have the mystery element of the first one that kept me reading! that element could have easily been swapped for who is “the betrayer” the book is named after (ie: **** ******)! the exposition of the events wasn’t as gripping as in the first book either! still the ending offered a good fight scene and a resolution to the current situation so i’m not too mad at the book!

I hope the final book is more like the first than the second!!

BOOK THREE:

this one wasn’t as gripping and thrilling as the first, but it didn’t suffer from sequel blues like the second. the events that transpired in the last 10% weren’t exactly my cup of tea and brought my overall enjoyment down, thus the 3 stars instead of 4 stars! hey at least we got peace and no stupid draconian border treaties!!

📷 Mary E. Pearson on Twitter.

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

Armageddon is coming, and this is her final stand.Preorder Reality Bites by Lia Davis now!

Universal: https://geni.us/RealityBites The end is near.

In the wake of Vassago’s deadly game, Randi endures a lull almost worse than another tango with Stone. Her paranoia feeds on the quiet, filling the silence with fears of Shade reprisal. Sure, the Vampire Council is rebuilding, her once-dead husband has come home, and she’s got time again to spend with her son, Logan.

But what are her enemies up to?

It doesn’t help matters when her new friend, Misty Drake, reports fractures in the unholy alliance that point to possible Shade spies. And then there’s the dead John Doe case, which seemed at first to be a garden variety mob hit but reveals magical connections.

When the investigation dovetails with Shade machinations, Randi slowly uncovers Stone’s biggest plot yet. But Shade spies and secret agents abound, thwarting Randi at every turn. Attacks, betrayals, subterfuge, and a hurricane brewing off the coast of Florida conspire to try and defeat Randi and her coalition of the middle.

When the storm makes landfall, Armageddon comes to Jacksonville. With the help of her two lovers, Cash and Kalon, as well as new allies and old friends, Randi prepares to make the final stand.

The last chapter in the Shade saga packs a punch of apocalyptic proportions. The ultimate battle for the middle unfolds in an epic and emotional climax that will put Randi Sanderson’s strength, heart, and soul to the test.

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Lia Davis is the USA Today bestselling author of more than forty books, including her fan favorite Ashwood Falls Series. A lifelong fan of magic, mystery, romance and adventure, Lia's novels feature compassionate alpha heroes and strong leading ladies, plenty of heat, and happily-ever-afters.

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Covet chapters 76-79

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Chapter 76

“He used that trust to take out the biggest threat to his domination—the gargoyles—and then, once they were gone, he set his sights on destroying us as well.”

How does that go again? About not standing quietly by as they take other people out, or else you’ll be next, and have one less ally?

Yeah. That. 

“Cyrus has finally hit the tipping point—he’s taken so much from so many people that the thirst for justice is completely overwhelming the fear. All we have to do is harness that thirst, stoke it, and —when it’s time—let it loose. He won’t stand a chance.”

Chapter 76 summary: Nuri holds up the key after staring down Grace for a moment. Grace gets angry when she realises that Nuri hadn’t actually meant to detain Hudson for long, only to use him as a bargaining chip against Grace. She tells Nuri off, and tells her not to use any of her loved ones again. 

Nuri says that the dragons helped to eliminate the gargoyles, but goes on to say that it was before she was born. And that although history won’t exactly look back at that period fondly, history is often more complex than the narrative of “history is written by the winners” that Grace knows from school. 

She also has a random aside about how Flint hadn’t actually known what his mom was doing. But Grace shouldn’t be so quick to forgive Flint, simply because he had almost killed her earlier. And he almost ruined everything simply because he was too stubborn to ask for help with Lia. 

Chapter 77

[Nuri] may think we’re on the same side, but I don’t doubt for a second that she’d exploit my weakness if she thought it would help keep Flint—or her precious Court—alive.

Oh good, Grace isn’t stupid enough to fall for the fake olive branch Nuri is offering. This series might be an overly-long chore to read through, but at least we’re not going to have a court betrayal because Grace was too trusting and naive. 

“Better get to it, then. The banquet starts at eight, and I can’t stand it when people are late.”

Chapter 77 summary: Grace asks Nuri what the plan here is. She says to send Hudson to prison to curry favor with Cyrus. Then they’ll come up with some kind of a plan to strike back at Cyrus. She responds to Grace’s questions about the mating bond and the separation, by stating that it’ll only make Grace stronger when she comes through it in one piece. 

Grace thinks about their plan to break the blacksmith out from prison, and finally asks Nuri about how the other dragon escaped. She says that the dragon went to go talk to the crone who helped to build the prison. But that the price for her help was steep. The dragon gave up his dragonheart, which is needed in order to shapeshift. Grace knows that the price the crone would ask for would be much too steep, but she’s not going to give up without at least talking to the lady. 

Nuri tells Grace to get going, that she can only hold Cyrus off for so long. 

Chapter 78

Dungeons and Dragons: The Grace-LosesHer-Shit Edition

Are we seriously doing this?

“What?” he asks as we head up to my room. “Too soon?” 

“Waaaaaay too soon.”

Chapter 78 summary: Grace goes down to the basement, thinking about all of the horrible things the guards could have been doing to Hudson while she was chatting with Nuri. 

Instead, she finds two guards playing with a ball like they’re little children. She calls for Hudson, and finds his cell kind of destroyed. The two of them get into a fight, but it kind of boils down to that Grace was super worried about him, and this is how she’s expressing her frustration over the situation. 

She briefly explains the situation and the sub-sub-sub quest that they have to go on now. And then she asks how it was that he was able to remove the anti-power cuff before he was arrested. He says that his dad used to put them on him, and he’s in such a habit of removing one of the locking runes on them, he did it without thinking when Finn put one on him. And that people seemed to like Hudson better when they thought he was more or less harmless, so he kept it on. 

Chapter 79

Well, not on my watch, Hudson Vega. Not on my watch. Two can play this game…

Chapter 79 summary: Before Hudson and Grace can go talk to the crone (because when has anything in this book simply happened and it wasn’t bogged down with 7081098 subplots?), they all have to go to the dragon court ball. 

Grace hadn’t known that it was a ballgown kind of ball, and the only dress she has is more appropriate for hitting up a nightclub. 

But thankfully, Hudson has her and Macy covered, and sends over a rack of ballgowns. Grace feels like she’s falling harder and faster for him with everything that he does. 

[liahaslosthermind]

~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 ~

Past Rhysand x OC (Adelaide), Eventual Azriel x OC Part 3 of Betrayal Summary: With renewed purpose, Azriel heads to the library to see what he can get about resurrection spells. He also has to deal with a family intervention. Warnings: Suicidal thoughts and ideology, Hurt/No Comfort, Death of a loved one, Grief, Cheating, Betrayal.

Azriel raced to the library after giving Adelaide a goodbye kiss on the forehead, hoping it was the last time he would do so while she was dead.

He grabbed anything he could find on magic such as this, and scared the shit out of the priestesses in the process. He would usually take good care to show patience and nothing but kindness to them, but with the strong feelings of desperation, lack of care, and now suddenly, hope, he couldn't bring himself to hide his feelings.

Azriel started to walk back to her room when he stopped by his door.

Maybe he should shower? Change clothes?

These weren't things Azriel cared to do much anymore. He kept himself from smelling, and changed every time he did so. But that was out of necessity, and he did it as fast as he could. It was never to make himself feel better or because he cared enough to want to.

It was a weird feeling in his chest when he put on the warm clothes the house had given him. Happiness? Hope? Fear?

He didn't know what it was. He couldn't really call himself happy, only two hours ago he was planning on taking his life, but he felt he could soon be happy, he now had a future to look forward to.

A future in which his best friend was once again by his side.

In other new developments, when Azriel's stomach made enough noise for him to truly realize how much he was starving, he decided he did want a proper meal, not just the scraps he had been forced to eat by his family because he otherwise wouldn't have done so.

It was the middle of the night, a time that usually meant it was safe for him to leave her room without being disturbed. His shadows would alert him if anyone had been there, but since he had come to the decision to take his life, they hadn't been speaking to him, certainly upset at his choices.

But they also didn't leave his side. They had been a constant companion these past 6 months. At first, he begged and begged them to leave him alone and while they would keep their distance when asked, they were never father than a few feet away, tucked into the corner of the room.

The hardest moments, when his chest felt like it was caving in from grief, they became a shield from the outside world, covering him and giving him a safe space. He could feel them providing a heavy weight upon his skin, not as to crush him, but to keep him grounded.

He had appreciated it, thanking them when he remembered to. But now, he cursed them out when he walked into the dining room to see his entire family sat at the table, staring at him, surprising him.

6 months ago, something like this would never happen. The Spy Master never allowed anyone to sneak up on him, to surprise him.

But he didn't feel like the Spy Master anymore.

"Sit, boy." Amren commanded. Not unusual of her to do so, but there was more in her tone than just snappiness. Hurt? Despair? Two emotions he rarely saw from her.

He felt his shadows nudging him to the empty chair at the head of the table. Where she used to sit, Rhysand at the other end, Azriel usually by her right side.

But his usual seat was taken by Gwyn, one of the priestesses he had become almost friends with before... everything. He would train with them sometimes and he would usually go to her when getting books for himself or Adelaide.

Despite the shadows' nudging, he didn't move an inch.

"What is this?" He asked, a thousand thoughts running through his head. Everyone looked... somber. Desperate. Angry.

"Please, Azriel" Elaine managed to get out before sobs left her mouth. While whatever they had in the past had faded, they remained good friends, thats why he finally sat down at the table with his family for the first time in months.

"Gwyneth came to us after you went to the library. She said- she said there was something wrong with you." Rhysand said, grief heavy in his voice. A rare occurrence, when the High Lord couldn't mask his emotions.

"No more than usual." Azriel snapped back. This was a waste of time, and he had not forgiven Rhysand for his actions, no matter how much his brother groveled, no matter how much Azriel knew he was mourning, no matter how ashamed he was of what happened.

How could he? When at the end of the day, Feyre was the one holding his hand and comforting him, while Adelaide, sweet Addie, was lifeless in a cold marble box.

"Your family said as much to me, but it was different, Azriel. I hadn't seen you in a few months and while I know this is a difficult time, I couldn't recognize you. There was, there was something else." Gwyn spoke up.

"I went to check on you in her room, expecting to see you in the same chair, but you weren't there, just a note in your place.'" Nesta explained.

Bury me with her, thats all I ask, that was Azriel's final request, his final message to his family, after 500 years together.

Sobs came from somewhere but he couldn't tell who it was. The ringing in his ears, the blurry vision, the feeling of his stomach dropping, it was all too much for him. He should have gotten that note the moment he came back.

Cassian, who was to Azriel's left, was shaking as he tried to stop his emotions from taking over his body, spoke in a soft and pained voice, "Nesta came back to us, holding the note and looking as if she- as if she'd seen a ghost. When she read it out, to us, Rhys and I winnowed to her resting place. You weren't there, the only sign you had been was your blanket, drapped over her. We thought- we didn't know if-" Cassian couldn't finish his sentence as Rhysand interupted him, seething with anger and hurt.

"Haven't we lost enough? Why would you do this, Az? Are you truly that selfish?" He screamed. He only stopped and took a breath when Feyre put her hand on his arm, trying to offer a comforting touch. He now spoke with a more level headed tone. "Why not talk to us, talk to me? I know you are upset and hurt by my actions. Gods know I will never forgive myself for the rest of my days, but I lost the woman I had loved my whole life. We both lost her, I- all I wanted to do these past 6 months was grieve with the one other person who loved and knew her as much as I." Feyre retracted her hand, clearly jilted from Rhys mentioning his love for another woman. "You didn't lose anything. You immediately had a replacement lover! I lost everything, and I had to stay by her side as she died, watching you betray her in her final moments. You are calling me selfish for wanting to end my life, but you would have been in the same position had you not had your mate to eagerly take her place." He spit out the word mate in disgust. He had spent his whole life wishing for a mate, but seeing all the pain they seemed to cause, he now wished to never have one.

He had liked Feyre, initially. She hadn't been anything but kind to him, but she jumped at the chance to be Rhys' one and only, and the few weeks before Adelaide had died, Feyre had acted as if she had claim to the High Lord. As if a mating bond could undo centuries of love.

But Azriel guessed it could, seeing as she was now warming his bed.

"Azriel," Cassian spoke up, trying to stop him from saying what he was about to.

"No! Fuck this. You were replacing her as she was dying. Don't talk to me about how much you are mourning her. If you ever feel even a sliver of the misery I have felt for the past 6 months, it would kill you. And I hope it does."

"Azriel!" Feyre yelled, shocked at how he could speak this way to his oldest friend.

He turned to Feyre, finally addressing her for the first time in half a year, "I know you aren't, you are too self centered to, but I also hope you feel shame and disgust every second you spend with him. I hope it eats you alive and you grow to hate yourself because of it. I wish you nothing but a long and unhappy existence."

"How dare you speak to your High Lady like that." Rhysand screamed. In 500+ years, Azriel had heard him yell like that but never had it been directed at him.

The world simultaneously stopped turning for everyone in that room as it sunk in what he just said. What he just revealed. All Azriel could do was look at his family, seeing each of them not surprised at the information, but ashamed, and disgusted, and scared at what was to happen next. They all knew.

"What?" he said, with as much venom and hatred in his voice it was a shock the High Lord didn't fall dead because of it.

Rhysand was now pale, apologetic. He knew he had fucked up, and he had fucked up hard.

Swallowing his guilt and fear, Rhysand tried to calmly explain, more care in his voice than before: "A few months ago, Feyre and I accepted the bond. We then immediately married. It was a secret and intimate affair, no one else but the officiant and us two. I then declared her as my High Lady."

Silence, as they all awaited the Shadowsinger's response. He didn't move for several moments, but his shadows became thick and heavy, almost suffocating everyone in the room. The High Lord and the General had seen him do this, but that was when he was about to torture someone, as he was about to hurt someone who he hated.

Using his wings to propel him forward, Azriel launched himself at his brother, intent on giving him a slow and painful death.

[aw3s0me-t0-bl0g]

Three more days. That’s what Sven always told me. When you think you’re at the end of the rope, give other more days. And then another three. Sometimes you’ll find the rope is longer than you thought.

The Kiss of Deception Series

[hearteyesv]

dance of thieves:

me: a-aster..??

[bigbookslilreads]

Book Review - Morrighan

Morrighan by Mary E. Pearson (The Remnant Chronicles #0.5)

Publication date: January 12th 2016 Read by me: July 30th to August 2nd 2019 Full review on Goodreads. Recommended to: fans of dark fantasy, dystopia, romance, angst, novella, character-based. Rating: 4 stars. Very enjoyable, adding some more information on the legend that is constantly referenced in the rest of the series.

Link to reviews of other entries in the series:

The Kiss of Deception (The Remnant Chronicles #1)

The Heart of Betrayal (The Remnant Chronicles #2)

The Beauty of Darkness (The Remnant Chronicles #3)

Blurb (from Goodreads): Before borders were drawn, before treaties were signed, before wars were waged anew, before the great kingdoms of the Remnant were even born and the world of old was only a hazy slate of memory told in story and legend, a girl and her family fought to survive. And that girl’s name was Morrighan. In this prequel novella to the Remnant Chronicles, a girl and a boy from enemy camps meet, fall in love--and set history in motion.

What I liked

Prequel, providing more background into the legends that the world of the Remnant Chronicles is "presently" drawing from;

Forbidden love trope, a sweet novella, especially for those that don't mind that angsty romance pull;

Felt like Lia x Kaden fanfic to me, and that is always a plus;

Writing, I really like how Mary E. Pearson’s writing can feel flowery without necessarily being flowery, if that makes sense.

What I didn’t like

No exposition on apocalyptic events, even though it excuses this by the argument that culture and knowledge can be lost within one generation. None of the characters lived through it, so they didn’t know what occurred. Understandable, but a bit disappointing nonetheless. 

[darliingyu]

lol ok so let’s have a book talk bc i jus finished the remnant chronicles and i feel that the trilogy should be talked abt more.

no spoilers but maybe mini spoilers ??

overall i give the series a 5/5 solely bc it made me actually cry. at first the kids of deception was very confusing bc mary decided we’re not gonna reveal who is who :’) and so we’re jus out here trying to figure out who rafe and kaden are based on their description according to lia and their povs :’))))) it was also confusing bc between chapters there were like mini parts of histories ?? sort of. like the song of venda, morrighan holy text, testaments of gaudrel, etc. it makes sense when you get to like the middle/end of the first book and onwards.BUT BROOOO all i have to say is the angst :’)))) i legit finished the third book today, like i read 40 chapters today 😭😭😭 it rlly keeps you invested like i did not put that book down at all. it was a lot of pain and me screaming at the characters. there are also sweet and funny moments in there too. but ngl i can only remember the pain i felt. like ugh, lia, kaden, and rafe are literally breaking my heart the entire time. also, there’s some mystery in there too 👀👀 like the heart of betrayal is rlly good bc it reveals everything. it also made me cry the most </3 but uh yeah. it’s rlly good, i would recommend. 5/5 a rlly good young adult book. ALSO there are some pg13/r rated ??? sort of stuff. like yk sex scenes that aren’t descriptive, and like gore i think. it’s not too bad, i don’t think it’s nearly as bloody as red queen ,,, BUT YES I WOUKD RECOMMEND I LOVE IT <333 oh and ig it’s like a hint of enemies to lovers ??? between some ppl. it’s interesting. LOL