For fans of Maggie Stiefvater and Lesley Livingston comes a clever twist on the mortal/immortal love story by hot debut author Ryan Graudin. Intense and elec. A paranormal romance that’s notable for its Fae protagonist’s honest examination of what loving a mortal will cost her. Read All That Glows by Ryan Graudin by Ryan Graudin by Ryan Graudin for free with a 30 day free trial. Read eBook on the web, iPad, iPhone and Android.
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All That Glows (All That Glows, #1) by Ryan Graudin
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For despite all rayn powers, Emrys has discovered a force that burns brighter than magic: Paperbackpages. All That Glows 1.
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Lists with This Book. Jan 02, Khanh, first of her name, mother of bunnies rated it did not like it Shelves: I ignored my duties, skipped protocol. Richard almost ended up dead for it.
You know how when you’re 12 years old sometimes you have these silly daydreams you’re secretly a stunningly beautiful fairy princess who meets a hot prince who’s such a playboy and everyone thinks he’s such an asshole but secretly he’s really really smart and deep and meaningful but only you know about his hidden self but then you guys fall in love!
This is, more or less, Prince Harry fanfiction. It comes complete with a fucking stupid little fairy ass princess who can’t see beyond her tits All for the love of someone she barely fucking knows. I’ve read a fair share of idiotic YA fiction in which the heroine does dumb shit for love.
Rarely have I encountered someone with this amount of incomprehensible romantic stupidity. Emrys shouldn’t be Prince Richard’s bodyguard.
She should be Prince Richard’s chambermaid al, that she can secretly sniff his used boxers and clean his shit which smells like English Leather combined with the the scent of a square kilometer of French tea roses in full bloom during the springtime and scratch at his cum-stiffened sheets and be fucking deliriously happy that she has been granted the privilege to do so.
Not since the days of Romeo graudn Juliet have there been two dumber idiots in love. Did I miss something? Was this book intended to be a parody? I like female bodyguards. I surely must like this book? Here we fucking go hraudin. Before I get into the summary, I have to tell you guys about the writing in this book: Uncomfortable like a baby with a wet, soggy diaper.
I felt as trapped as a kitten on a box on a plane without temperature control. You think my metaphors are bad? Wait til you read this book. The writing stinks like the farting of a particularly flatulent warthog. The flatulence that comes from dining on rotten liver and kidney pie with raw garlic, garnished with a side of beans and broccoli. My brain was rendered into mushiness, akin to mashed potatoes whipped with an ample amount of butter and cream, with a dash of salt and pepper just to spice it up.
I wouldn’t claim that the writing is horrible without any evidence, so without further ado: I present you some of the fabulous examples of writing within this book. Like the sound of a sleeping bear poked into drowsiness. The veiling spell is still fighting, wriggling out of my control like an eel caught by its tail.
Those lips are quirked into a permanent coy grin as she goes down the line, eyeing men like baskets of fish and chips. The acid behind my tongue only grows, rises like a dyan coming out of a long winter sleep.
His face is pale, dyan out like a window looking into a blizzard. His jacket crumples like a dead animal on the rug. Breena approaches with selective steps, the same way a cat uses grass and slowness to snag a songbird. My heart becomes a lion, roaring and beating against its fibrous, fleshy cage. Yearning to be free. I watch as the window to his pain flicks past, like the rjan of a train car at full speed. This question feels rambling, desperate. Like a grappling hook violently flung by some plummeting climber.
Emrys is a Fae. She is a Faery Guardian. She is ancient, around years old. She has seen the rise and fall of many an empires. Which only goes to tell you that age does not necessarily equal wisdom. Emrys is a Frithemaeg, a Faery Guardian. She has been assigned to protect Prince Richard. She hasn’t seen him since he was a baby, but man, the teenaged Richard sure is fucking hot. She watches him sleep, and talks to him, because that’s not creepy at all. Richard blinks in his sleepand cue insta-love.
Jesus Fucking Christ, the man isn’t even awake and she’s feeling shit for him already. His eyes open, and for the briefest second I graudjn their hazel irises on me.
Something inside me clenches.
Emrys is supposed to protect Richard’s life. Her powers are failing. She is no longer able to do her job. She cannot protect him.
Richard sees Emrys, even though she is supposed to be invisible. So naturally, the thing to do is NOT to tell your queen Mab that you can’t do your fucking job and because of that, your Prince’s life is in danger.
It just makes so much more sense to tell the prince about the secret Faery world that’s been existing aside his own that your people have kept secret for thousands of years.
I broke the barrier between magic and mortal. Such wisdom as the ancients have never seen.
The human world thinks he suffered from a heart attack, but the Faery Guard knows better. He has been killed by a malevolent, evil force bent on destroying the world. In order to protect Prince Richard against the evil that killed his father, Emrys will: Have romantic meals with Richard on a sunlit balcony. A petite, linen-cloaked table waits for us on the lawn, covered with plates of freshly sliced fruits, eggs, sausage, and toast.
An elegant china teapot sits to one side, steam rising from its spout like the breath of a sleeping dragon. Hundreds of roses, in every hue, seduce me with their scent. When you said you were bringing a friend, I thought And where can I get one? Practice dancing with him in his room We move together as one being, in sweet unison to the lingering guitar solo. We dance until nothing is left.
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Go on gyan date to a romantic location so that Richard can look over his kingdom grraudin which he is such a benevolent ruler!! Are there always so many mortals clamoring for a taste of flight? The queue is so sluggish it makes my skin itch. Emrys is supposed to be bad-ass Fae Bodyguard, bestowed with the powers of the Faery Court, designated to protect the future Heir to the Throne of England.
Emrys is supposed to be strong, fierce, powerful! No weariness to her magic. Emrys can’t hold it together. Everything makes her sick. The smell of food and drink, the smell of anything at this point is enough to wake the deeper sickness in my bowels.
Everything makes her want to vomit. I lunge to grausin top of the table in grauxin single movement, ignoring the stress on my humanoid muscles and how much I want to vomit. Scarcely does a moment go by when Emrys doesn’t feel faint.