A review by cielosiluminado
The Blood We Crave: Part Two by Monty Jay

dark emotional tense medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? A mix
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

5.0

read my review of the first half of this duet (The Blood we Crave: Part One) to get an overview of my thoughts on the beginnings of thatcherlyra and the introduction of the plot in this part.

not gonna lie, the big bad villain and plot in this book was predictable. but it was written so well that i'm not too hung up on it.

The nightmare of Ponderosa Springs and his darling phantom.

and what happened throughout the story, and thatcherlyra's journey together, was so fucking good and keeps it as 5 stars.

favorite quotes:

I warned them what I would become if they took him from me. Now there is no need to fear the reaper. They should fear the woman who loves him.

I’ve felt his heart beneath my hands, committed the steady rhythm to memory, and I know it matches my own. It’s a pair, his and mine, created from the same flesh and muscle, cleaved into two separate bodies.

“Maybe I’d die for you, Thatcher Pierson,” I mumble. “But death is inevitable for us all. It’s what you’d do for me that matters.”

Thatcher was perfectly made, but I was made perfect for him.

“Darling.” He traces the front of his white teeth with his tongue, a starved animal ready to feast. “I’d rid the world of men who breathe the same air as you.”

“You taste like my favorite nightmare.”

I wish I could say that I don’t believe in fate, but if it was real, I think I would’ve been made for her too.

My lack of a soul wasn’t because of the evil that had infested my mother’s womb or my father’s corrupt DNA.
No, I didn’t have one because it belonged to her.

I think when we were created, instead of splitting our spirits in half, they gave both of them to her in order to keep them safe. To remind me, when the time was right, that all I am is hers to carry.

He is both their nightmare and my daydream.

This could’ve stayed only an obsession, but it had bloomed into something lovely and dark. A rosebush with twice as many thorns, but still breathtaking.

She is my obsessed angel, and I am her possessive god.

We are two halves of a broken hole. Two mangled people trying to find solace in all the darkness we’d been given.

If she wanted my heart, I’d give it to her. She could keep it on a shelf in one of her jars—it was never mine to begin with. Not when it’s always been hers.

“Death is trivial. He can’t keep you from me. I’ll follow you to the grave every time and find you in each life after.”

in the end, no thoughts just thatcherlyra ♡
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