Okay but really, What. Just. Happened.
I am not okay. My heart is confused and I just don't have words.
Okay. Now how to talk about this book without spoilers. How is that even possible?
Alright, what if I tell you it has EVERYTHING we wanted in book one and MORE and is ALSO SO MUCH WE HAD NO IDAE WE NEEDED.
One, I am now in love with a priest. But also a slew of other people.
Two, if you haven't read book one, go do that now.
Three, I can't write more because I am screaming spoilers in my head and I can't get words out that don't include the clusters f*** that is going on in my head.
That ending was amazing and the start of this book picks right up where we left off. We dive back into our group and do it head first. Don't minus this book. It was taboo and amazing and everything I wanted it to be.
I’m an outcast and a loner, named for death itself. Fate wasn’t supposed to have plans for me.
But then she came back—the girl I once kissed in a thorn-covered chapel in the woods. She came back, and I could no more resist her than I could pry out my own heart. And by some trick of fate, she wants me as much as I want her. The only problem? She also wants the man who owns Thornchapel, Auden Guest.
And so do I.
Eight years ago, I did something to Auden, something terrible. He hurt me back the only way he knew how, and so here we are: our hatred seasoned with pain and my loneliness seasoned with longing. The only thing we can agree on is Proserpina Markham, and she wants us to find a way to be together—all three of us.
If Auden wants to earn her as his submissive, then he has to earn me as well.
But with the discovery of bones behind the altar and the carnal revel of Beltane fast approaching, it’s becoming clear that Thornchapel’s secrets are much deeper and older than any of us could have ever guessed. And no matter how bright and merry a feast of sparks may be, it’s always followed by ashes.
*Feast of Sparks is Book Two in the Thornchapel series.*