I’m in love. With Qhuinn and Blaylock.
I just adore Qhuinn and Blaylock. They have been best friends their entire lives and each has been secretly in love with the other almost as long. Though Qhuinn always thought he would end up with a female because he didn’t think he was gay and Blay pretty much always knew he was gay.
They have been building up to this book for the past 10 books as the guys have been pining for each other and have been involved in other trysts and relationships. They used to have threesomes together in bar bathrooms, Qhuinn was quite the playboy for a long time. Blaylock has been in a relationship for a year with Qhuinn’s male cousin Saxton, and Qhuinn got a Chosen one pregnant.
I don’t want to give away spoilers so here are some highlights from this book. Despite secrets between Qhuinn and Blaylock, they finally get hot and steamy and it is soooo good:
However, Qhuinn still has issues with his sexuality.
Of course it all ends happily as you would expect. But I won’t tell you how!
Another thing, it looks like Layla, the pregnant Chosen is in love with Xcor and vice versa. I am really starting to like him. I wish his ugly lip could get fixed. He is hilarious in this book. Here is an excerpt from when he heads back to the house the Band of Bastards moved to after a battle. It is truly funny, when you think of how huge each one of this group is they are and how in Europe they used to live sort of like The Vikings:
“Stalking up the narrow staircase, he missed the doom and gloom of the castle they still owned back in the Old Country. Longed for the heft of the stone that had surrounded them, and the impregnable nature of the layout, with its moat and high walls. Mourned, too, the fun they had had spooking the villagers, giving physical presence to the stuff of myth.
Good times, as they said here in the New World.
On the second floor, he refused to look into the bedrooms. The pink of the one in front burned his eyes, and the sea foam green of the other was another assault on the senses as well. And there was no relief to be had as he walked into the master bedroom. Flowered wallpaper, everywhere. Even on the bed, and across the windows, and all over that chair in the corner.
At least his combat boots crushed the thick carpet, leaving tread prints like bruises on his way to the bath.
For godsakes, he was not even sure what color to call the scheme in here.”