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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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Living Proof - Captain Emmett Dutton x Reader (Australia)

When She Says Baby / Starlight

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Author’s Note: A little reimagining of When She Says Baby but also a sequel! At this point just thank @crawlingmist‘s gif sets; the amount of inspiration is unreal And also the fact that I’m listening to a bunch of new music I haven’t had chance to...

Original idea based on a discussion I had with @mandy23b and therefore heavily inspired by the bathtub makeout scene in “Hunt Angels” - and also why I threw a Kathner reference in at the end 😏😉 This is another one I started ages ago (December!) but took me so long to finish, and then it’s been kicking around waiting to post-!

Disclaimer: Gif not mine / lyrics not mine / Australia characters not mine oh my god look at the baby!

Premise: When you accidentally injure yourself, Emmett Dutton has the perfect remedy. You’ve got some plans to remedy some things for him, too...

Words: 3527

Warnings: sexual connotations

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Tell me something, but say it with your hands slow When you touch me, paint me like a Van Gogh I wanna study every inch of you 'Til you trust me to make the angels come through

Like a choir singing, "Hallelujah" When my body's crashin' right into ya When we align, ooh yeah Do you feel me? Can you feel me? 'Cause I can't breathe

Where did you come from, baby? And were you sent to save me? Ooh There's God in every move, ooh And you're the living proof The way your hands can't shake me Soft to the touch like baby, ooh There's God in every move, ooh And you're the living proof

Countin' freckles, as they run down your spine Show your demons, and I might show you mine One at a time, yeah, yeah What are you hidin'? What a design, yeah, yeah I wanna dive in, what a divine moment Can you feel me? Can you feel me? 'Cause I can't breathe

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Emmett had to carry you home. You refused to look at him, grumbling nearly all the way back, which made him sigh; “I did warn you.” “This is embarrassing-!” You weren’t exactly sure how you’d done it either, but you’d certainly done something to all the muscles up your right hand side over your ribs. It felt like cramps and knots rather than a strain... but you couldn’t tell yet. And you thought you were okay, until it started audibly popping. Which you knew wasn’t normal, and it hurt to move - so there was no way you were walking all the way home. Besides as soon as Emmett heard it and started showing concern you knew you were done for.

Okay, you probably would have. But this was Emmett Dutton you were talking about so, of course he had to be the gentleman and carry you back. And you were making sure he knew that you were none too happy about that. “A bath will probably fix you right up.” You folded your arms with a pout - “That’s the best you can come up with? All that army training and bath is the best you can do-!?” “Funny, usually you’re not one for complaining about things like that…” He opened the door and you gasped; “Why-! Emmett--! What are you suggesting!?” But the look on his face only made you laugh as he closed the door with his foot, and then you winced. “Okay, I’ll behave. If you think the bath is the best place for me… please, do take me to the bath, good Sir!” He shook his head, with a grin, “Oh stop!” Emmett took the stairs gently, making sure your body was still well supported. He entered the bathroom and paused with a small frown of his own, “What?” “Well I can’t actually put you in a bath still dressed, can I?” He swivelled, eyes searching the room for somewhere he could sit you, Emmett held you that little bit tighter too conscious of dropping you. “AH!” In the corner of the bathroom was a spare chair you usually placed towels and clothing on whilst you bathed – Emmett pulled this to the side of the bath sat you delicately on it, “Perfect.” You shook your head at him, with a small smile as he began to run the water, “I don’t think you know the meaning of the word.” That tone in your voice had him raising his head to you slowly, and that look on your face had blush dusting his. “D-Don’t you start.” You batted your eyes innocently, “But you are.” He pointed at you, backing up to find your favourite soap; “You were complaining at me less than 15 minutes ago!” You sighed gently, tipping your head and placing your arm across it for dramatic effect, “Oh but, Emmett, I’ve seen the error of my ways.” He very nearly stuttered through his next sentence, pouring a little more than necessary; “S-Stop it-! I’m n-not undressing you!” You tsked, “Oh, you’re no fun.” His laugh was strained as he left the room to collect you fresh towels and clothing, “I think the word you just used was perfect.” You shook your head, watching the bubbles begin to form in the hot water, and the steam rise in gentle clouds. As the bath continued to fill you decided not to waste time waiting for him to return and stood gingerly, slipping your clothes from your body yourself. You had to be careful at how delicate your side was behaving, but there was no visible bruise – so hopefully it would just be a cramp that needed heat to unwind. You didn’t even want to help him by throwing them on the back of the chair, instead leaving them strewn around the bathtub, before you shut the water off and stepped in. Emmett had the temperature just right, you would certainly give him that. You slipped beneath the water and let out a sigh of content, resting your head against the tub with a soft smile. He was perfect – and you weren’t about to let him forget it, especially when his blushes were always so damn cute. You heard his footfalls coming back towards you moments later, and as they reached the bathroom floor, even when you weren’t watching you heard his stumble. Then Emmett’s slight cough as he regained composure, but hesitated in walking across the bathroom to you. Sure he’d collected good soft towels for you, and fresh comfortable clothing, but he knew what was bound to happen if he got anywhere near you. The last thing you were going to do was stay in that water… beneath the bubbles at least. What you knew, of course, was that Emmett also wasn’t about to leave the contents of his arms anywhere but the chair next to you. To make him a little more comfortable you didn’t open your eyes, and kept taking relaxed breaths. A silent promise that you weren’t going to move like he thought you would. Emmett skirted the room, getting as close as he dared before placing the towels on the chair, eyeline everywhere but the bath, and yet he could still feel himself getting hot under the collar. And for a moment he hated that you knew all his ticks so well; because he also wasn’t about to leave the bathroom floor a mess. Gathering your skirt and shirt, he sighed gently at the way your underwear was just strewn nonchalantly at the foot of the bathtub; collecting these too Emmett couldn’t help but look up to the sound of movement through the water. A fateful mistake, as he came face to face with you, your head resting on your folded arms – inches from his face. His pretty blue eyes were suddenly wide, and they begged you not to move. Your slow blink was just as innocent before, your voice full of sugar; “Oh, Emmett, you’re such a sweetie. What would I do without you?” “Uh, I…” His eyes couldn’t help but trace the lines of your face, the sweet little smile you were giving him, your soft skin and the water droplets now running from it, the way the ends of your hair were now darkened, having already been soaked, giving them a gentle curl, the colour rising on your own cheeks at the temperature of the water. You reached out with a hand, knowing he was already immobilized; your touch was so warm and yet he couldn’t help but almost shake as you pulled him in for a gentle kiss. “Thank you.” “Y-You’re welcome.” His eyes still held yours, but Emmett was bashful – and suddenly in the silence he backed up, “Wait! NO!” He stood, face flushing again, “You-!” You sunk back into the water, “Aw, come on Captain… I could do worse.” “I’m leaving you here in peace! You’ll be the death of me at this rate-!” But your eyes and the pout on your lips worked like a charm and you patted the chair again; “And leave me alone? Oh… But Emmett! You wouldn’t, would you?” He swallowed hard, looking to the clothing in his arms, “Just… let me put these in the wash.” But he pointed at you, “No tricks.” “I promise.” Although you could only promise him anything but.

*** Emmett sat gingerly when he returned, as far from you on the chair as he could get, still wary of you and your feminine whiles. He knew what you were capable of, and wasn’t the least bit fooled by the innocent look on your face – and as if to prove he would be ignoring you, he set a folded newpaper across his lap, but he did spend a little longer than he thought necessary surveying the water. Steam was still rising, and he hoped that would help you. You drew your hand from the water and held it out for his; Emmett’s sigh was gentle, but he took it, running his thumb affectionately over the back of yours; “How are you feeling?” You nodded, with a soft smile, “Better. Thank you… You always do know best.” “Well,” His smile held all his adoration as he looked to your face, “Anything for my best girl.” That made you blush at least a little; he was honestly such a gentleman, whatever you did to get him, you were only ever intent on keeping him. There was silence for a moment, before he chuckled; “This seems awfully familiar!” Your mind flicked back to his return from Darwin, and your heart caught for a moment; “Hardly as serious…” But you gripped his hand a little tighter; talking about it still scared you, “I’m so glad it’s all over…” “Mhm…” Emmett’s hand slipped from yours and he stroked your hair, “Me too… At least life has a little more normality now.” There was some truth in that, he was stationed back here with you, where he belonged – currently. Although you’d already vowed to him that any movement he made from now on would take you with him. You nodded, closing your eyes and sliding your body further into the hot soapy water – lying still for a moment. Emmett kept his hand on the side of the tub for a moment, pausing to watch you – you were calm and serene, and he couldn’t help but stare at you in complete adoration for a minute. The colour that flushed your cheeks now was gorgeous, and you looked so content and happy. “How’s the side?” “Better…” He watched the water stir as you pressed your hand over your ribcage; “…Yeah. It doesn’t hurt as much.” “As long as it’s working…” You nodded once more, and even though your eyes were closed you continued to smile, bringing your hands back up to run them through your hair. He wanted to tear his eyes away from you, to sit here and keep you company whilst you relaxed; that was the right thing to do, that’s what Emmett would normally do. But it was the way that you had been staring at him from over the rim of the bath that got his eyes sweeping the water and him swallowing hard. You caught him at it; eyes cracked open – that smile turned quickly to a smirk, and his hand was in perfect grabbing distance.

“WOAH!” He had to steady himself on the other side of the bath with his right hand, left pulling from yours, but now resting against your shoulder. Emmett mere inches from touching the water himself; you tsked with a pout – surely his army training had been the thing to save him. Water sloshed from side to side and spilled to the bathroom floor with the force of his weight against the tub, you were sure he’d love that just as much. You were a little annoyed but it didn’t stop you from looping your arms around his neck; “If you’re going to spend so much time staring, Captain, you might as well join me…” “Y-Y/N!” Once again Emmett was flushed and stammering, but he hadn’t pulled away from you, “Stop!” Your hand ran from around his neck to over his chest, and his breathing became shallow as you continued to pull him closer. “Just kiss me, Captain…” He moved his hand from your shoulder to the tub, resting just to the side of your head, but Emmett knew better than fighting back, and lowered himself another inch to brush his lips to yours. Another mistake on his part, because you pulled him to you tighter, and when he pulled back he found himself lifting you from the water – body pressed against his. His sigh against your lips was soft at how warm your body felt against him; you were still kissing on him, and clinging to his shoulders to let him know you weren’t about to let him go. You released his lips and Emmett was breathless, so off guard that he was basically speechless, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him – tugging him back into the bath with you by his shirt collar. The front of his shirt was soaking and now plastered to his skin, and you’d assume that the back was the same at this point. You curiously glanced down the rest of his body, noticed his spattered trousers from the force of the water pouring over the side. Your eyebrow raised and you looked back to him; “Oh, Ooops…” “Y-You-!” He attempted to protest, and you pushed a finger to his lips, “Hush-! Join me…” “Y/N!” His eyes were wide and voice shocked by the notion. “Darling, you might as well…” You looked back to his clothing, hands sliding to the first few buttons, the first one was undone but as you travelled to the second his hand caught both of yours – but that only brought him closer to you as his right hand struggled to support his weight against the wet surface of the tub. “Y/N! This isn’t proper--!!” But you could still move your hands under his to undo that second button, and you leant up to kiss him again; “This is my house, and you are my partner…” third button, your next kiss was to his jaw “…we’re not in Darwin, we’re not at a party, we’re not in public…” then his neck, and Emmett slipped again, this time with a quiet moan, suddenly his shirt was even more soaking, and his body was pressed back against yours, “…And I love you.” But you hardly thought you needed to say that. His eyes met yours, clearly embarrassed as he stood straight, water cascading from him and to the floor. Emmett wiped the droplets from his face and ran his hands through his hair with a soft sigh; “You are… you know exactly what you…” He panted again, unable to finish, “I…” You waited for him to make a sentence, to say anything even coherent, but his fingers were already on his own buttons. His hands were shaking, you sat straight, and beckoned him back to you; “Baby let me help you with those…” Emmett’s resistance was gone, and he took your offered hand to allow you to pull him back to undo his shirt. It fell to the floor with no resistance – and it wasn’t long until the rest of his clothes joined. You bit your lip gently and huddled your body to let his join yours in the other end of the bath. Yet you didn’t leave him to get relaxed. Pushing forward through the water you wrapped your arms around him again, lips back on his, he embraced your body close to his; and with the temperature you couldn’t tell if the red in his cheeks was embarrassment or the heat – but you thought you knew the answer. He tangled his legs with yours as you ran your fingers through his hair; and the harder you kissed him, the further you pressed your body into his, the more delicious his stifled little moans became – Emmett always tried to keep them to himself. You always thought that odd; like he thought the whole damn street would automatically know you were having sex. (Though, had to admit to yourself that sometimes you wanted them to know what he was capable of doing to you). That only made you even more delighted when you managed to pull a real one from him; lips to his neck and grinding your body into his. He sighed your name, and then again, his grip on your body tightening as you smirked into his skin. Emmett gasped, and his fingernails dug into you, nudging your head he pleaded to capture your lips with his once more and you allowed him as much of you as he wanted – gasping as he gained the confidence to explore you. You were a marvel to him, every single inch of you beautiful, heaven sent. And yet even you knew that he was the real Angel here. The pain in your side was quite forgotten by now as other feelings stirred within both of you. You continued to grind against him until Emmett could barely breathe, he couldn’t kiss you, his head tipped back and his breaths became short and sharp pants; “Y/N-! Y/N! P-Please S-stop! Stop!” You did as he asked and stilled, waiting for him to calm down, which he did – slowly, and as his head raised you placed your forehead to his; both your eyes lust rimmed, and both of you gently panting. “Sorry, baby, I…” need you… I don’t just want you I need you… It was his turn to hush you, “I know…” His laugh was nervous, “I know…” but he kissed you gently once more, embracing you tighter, running his hands over your bare shoulders he placed a kiss to your forehead, before turning your body in the water. It was still at a moderate temperature, and you could spend some quality time together like this; your back pulled into his chest. Emmett looped his arms around your waist, and relaxed you both against the side of the tub, kissing your ear, back of your neck and finally your shoulder. You smiled gently; “Do we get to finish this later?” There wasn’t bashful silence this time, and you were met with a chuckle; “Perhaps.” You looked back at him; “…You’re really something else, Emmett Dutton.” His gentle blue eyes were inquisitive, maybe even confused, “I am?” “Yes.” You breathed, reaching back to pull his lips to yours once more, before resting your head against the side of his; “A real gentleman.” Then you giggled, “I’m not sure I am deserving.” He didn’t like that you’d say that, and shook his head, “No. No. I won’t hear a word of it.” His hands massaged you comfortingly under the water, “You deserve no less. I am humbled by your presence.” It was your turn to blush horribly at that, “Oh… Emmett…”

*** The rest of the bath didn’t end without a few good old-fashioned hand wandering and teasing shenanigans, but as you dried and dressed each other between gentle kisses you both knew that in the end, bath time cuddles were the best medicine. Emmett still insisted on checking your side, but was happy that you looked absolutely fine – you insisted you also felt it, but dressed in more comfortable clothing, Emmett also insisted that you sit quietly with him whilst he read the paper; because, pulling him into the bath meant he hadn’t quite got around to doing that.

You got to be cuddled up with him, and closed your eyes to inhale his warm inviting scent, and because of the bathing products – he also smelt faintly of you. That gave you a little bit of an ego boost, and you desperately tried to think of something to send him down the road to do, any small errand – just to say Yes, he smells like me, because he’s MINE. But you couldn’t think of a good excuse, and so in your arms he stayed, which in all honestly you probably preferred, you could keep him all to yourself here. “Now I might actually get to read this!” He flipped over another page, surprised you were staying remarkably still. That raised a smirk from you, head on his chest; “OH! Don’t be so sure-!” Emmett tsked, almost knowing he shouldn’t have said anything and continued reading, until he noticed that something interesting was going on in your little town; “Are we engaged tonight?” You peered at him from underneath your lashes; “I believed we were finishing off from the bathtub…” His nervous chuckle was back, “Could… Could we go out instead?” “Instead-!?” You pretended to protest, but knew that considering what you’d just been thinking, you would love to have the Captain on your arm. “Well, alright, as well as-!” You pretended to think hard, “That depends. Where are you taking me tonight?" Emmett nodded to the paper; "Oh, they're showing that new Kathner film at the picture house..." You immediately brightened; "Kathner!? Now there's a good-looking man!" It was an obvious tease, but Captain Dutton fell for it anyway; "Y/N!" You grinned; "Nearly as good looking as you!" "Y/N!!" You pressed a finger to your lips in thought; “I wonder if he’s ever filmed any steamy bath scenes…” Emmett covered his face, in potential embarrassment for you as well as himself; “Stop it or we’re not going.” Your grin was however triumphant; “You don’t really want me to stop, do you Emmett? Baby… Me?” You batted your eyelashes and then took his hand, “I would love to go to the pictures to see a Kathner film with you...” You looked to the clock, “I think we can finish before the film starts-!” He sighed, with a gentle roll of his eyes; “Remind me what I’m going to do with you…?” You threw his paper to one side, looping your arms around his neck and straddling him suddenly – certainly a bold move – “What you always do incredibly well, Captain. Love me.”

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cromulentbookreview · 4 years

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Definitely Not Chocolate Wine

Because life in late 19th century Paris was basically just Another Period but real.

To my fellow non-French speakers out there: vin de coca does NOT mean “chocolate wine.” It really doesn’t.

And by that, I mean: Sensational, sequel to Spectacle by Jodie Lynn Zdrok!

Paris! June, 1889! The same year as The Gilded Wolves! The year of the Exposition Universelle! It’s almost time for the 100th anniversary of the Storming of the Bastille! The Eiffel Tower makes it’s grand debut! Vincent Van Gogh paints The Starry Night! The Wall Street Journal is established! Seattle, in spite of the incessant rain, somehow manages to catch fire! Bustles are slowly on their way out, but weighty ornaments added to dresses is super in! Ribbons! Flounces! Lace! Bows! All that, plus corsets laced far tighter than they should be and no air conditioning! Sounds great!

Anyway: it’s been two years since the events of Spectacle, and our heroine Nathalie is now 18. Things are going pretty great: she no longer has to hide her identity writing her morgue column for Le Petit Journal, she has a steady boyfriend in her fellow insightful, Jules, and she’s even found a workaround for the memory loss caused by her visions: she keeps extremely detailed journals, keeping a record of everything she does in case she forgets later. With the support of her family and friends, Nathalie might just be able to pull of this whole “insightful who witnesses the deaths of murder victims from the perspective of the killer for some reason then reports those visions to the police but suffers memory loss as a side-effect” gig work.

Just so long as she ignores all the lingering looks she gives to her friend, the morgue’s police liaison Christophe. And her lingering guilt over the death of her friend Agnès at the hands of the Dark Artist serial killer. And her institutionalized aunt’s deteriorating mental health.

But besides all of that, Nathalie’s life is going pretty well. She’s 18 at the height of Belle Époque, routinely attending the Exposition Universelle with her boyfriend and her best friends. Life is good!

Until Nathalie and her friends stumble upon a severed head among the sculptures of the Galerie Rapp. Then, to make things worse, a spectator jostles the pillar on which the head is sitting, knocking it over. The head falls and, without thinking, Nathalie puts out her hands to catch it.

Much more than una catastrofia con una pelota de beisbol.

Anyway, this causes Nathalie to have a vision, and, faster than you can say “cocaine wine,” the whole of Paris is gripped by the both the spectacle (first book title drop!) of the Exposition, and the rampage of a new serial killer who dumps his victims on Exposition grounds. The killer is soon dubbed Le Rasoir by the press, as they behead their victims with a guillotine.

Fun fact: the last time France used the guillotine to execute someone was in 1977. That seems far too recent to me, but, I mean, I guess it works...?

So far as sequels go, Sensational gives us more of Nathalie’s story without being bogged down with exposition and questions. We get to jump into the action right away, but there are plenty of callbacks in case you may have forgotten a detail or two from Spectacle. My favorite part, of both Spectacle and Sensational is all the detail we get about what life is like in 19th century Paris. Paris is a fascinating place in general, but Paris during the late 1880s, early 1890s? During the era of the Third French Republic, Belle Époque and the birth of Cabaret? If time machines were a thing, I would definitely go and party in late 19th century Paris - hang around Montmantre, get wasted at Le Chat Noir...

Speaking of which: one of the things I will freely admit is that I don’t speak French. Like, at all. I know a few words here and there, but Deutsch ist immer noch eine wunderschöne Sprache. So, in Spectacle there’s a scene where Nathalie is hanging out with her friends Simone and Louis along with her boyfriend, Jules, at Simone’s apartment. Simone has managed to get her hands on a bottle of vin de coca. Now, for some reason, I immediately thought “oooh, chocolate wine!”

Yeah, vin de coca is not chocolate wine. That much became obvious as the scene progressed, and I felt like a total moron.

Vin de coca is wine with cocaine in it.

Because in the 19th century, that was just fine. I mean, just watch The Knick if you want to see just how much late-19th and early-20th century medicine relied on cocaine. (Seriously, watch The Knick - I’m still pissed that show got cancelled).

Still, whenever I see the word “coca” I think chocolate. Because chocolate is great. Even though I know a “pain au chocolat” literally translates to “chocolate bread” and coca refers to any of the four plants in the family Erythroxylaceae, but mostly Erythroxylum coca, which is where cocaine comes from. It’s where the “coca” in “coca cola” comes from. Seriously, how did I miss that?

Speaking of pain au chocolat: fun fact, the Japanese word for bread, pan (パン) is a word they lifted from the Portuguese after the Portuguese went to Japan in the 16th century. Pan means bread in Spanish, in Portuguese it’s Pão (I guess the Japanese had a hard time with the tilde and went with the Spanish version instead) and it’s barely a step away from the French word Pain and the Italian Pane.

Meanwhile, in Germany, we say Brot because the Romance languages are insane and we want nothing to do with them. Hurray for the Germanics! In Dutch, it’s brood, in Danish it’s brød, in Swedish it’s bröd, Norwegian? Brød (you’d think it’d be the Swedes to copy the Danes since they’re literally right next to each other but...nope). Icelandic? Brauð. English = bread! And in Afrikaans, Dutch’s weird, long-distance cousin? Brood. Yiddish? ברויט (broyt). Even the Welsh went with “bara” for bread.

And in Finland, bread is called leipä, because Finnish is it’s own special brand of insanity. Same with Hungarian (kenyér = bread).

Damn, I’m kind of hungry. Maybe I should go and get some bread. Mmm. Gluten.

Anyway, my point being before I got off onto a bread tangent, the word “coca” instead of “cacao” or “chocolat” should’ve been a pretty big clue that what Nathalie and her friends were enjoying was NOT chocolate wine. Also the fact that they started to get really high while drinking it should’ve been a tip-off.

Also, there’s a scene in season 1 of The Terror where the Goodest Sir, Harry D.S. Goodsir, offers the increasingly frantic Mr. Collins wine of coca as a treatment for his lead-poisoning-and-ice-diving-vision-induced crazies. Wine of coca is mostly, wait for it:

How that would’ve helped a man going absolutely insane, I have no idea. I mean, wouldn’t cocaine wine make him more agitated? I don’t know, don’t ask me how 19th century medicine worked. Frankly, it’s a miracle anyone lived past the age of thirty back in those days.

This whole tangent was an excuse for me to include some glorious gifs of the world’s Goodest Sir and King of all the Sideburns, Goodsir:

Watch season 1 of The Terror. Seriously, it’s amazing. How have you not watched it yet? Also, watch season 2 while you’re at it, both will hit you right in the feels but in different ways.

Anyway - the whole time I was reading Sensational, I was laboring under the delusion that this series would be a trilogy - I kept looking everywhere for the setup for book three, and finished the book fully believing that there would be another book.

Then I learned that this series was to be a duology. Not a trilogy. And that Sensational was to be the end of the story. Honestly? I was disappointed. I kind of wish I had looked that up going in, rather than blithely assuming that all YA serieses end up trilogies (or quartets. Or just, you know, never end at all).

So while this book does give our characters a nice ending, there are still so many unanswered questions that could very well be answered by a third book. We never did find out what exactly caused Nathalie two-days worth of memory loss that made up the cliffhanger at the end of the first book. Like, what about all the other people who were affected by Dr. Henard’s magical mystery blood transfusions? How many people out there who, like Nathalie, inherited powers from their parents who took part in the experiment? Acgh, there’s just so much out there that can’t be covered in two books! Bah. That and I just need more YA mysteries set in late 19th century Paris. More, I says!

RECOMMENDED FOR: Fans of YA Historical Fantasy Fiction, 19th century Paris, murder mysteries, and badass girl journalist protagonists.

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone familiar with the term hemolysis, anyone thinking that this was going to be a three-book thing, Lillian and Beatrice Bellacourt.

RATING: 4/5

RELEASE DATE: February 11, 2020.

TERROR RATING:

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ANTICIPATION LEVEL FOR THIRD BOOK THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN: Makalu.

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