You know when you are reading a book. You love it. You love the characters. You become invested in one or two of the characters. For this instance, you are involved with two. You want them together. You totally ship them. They are finally realized they are in love with each other and finally, FINALLY, do something about it. They are happy. You are happy. All is great and then realize that you haven’t even reached the half way point of the book and there are at least two more books to come. You start to panic because you know the happiness your characters feel now is not going to last that much longer. Something bad is about to happen. You accidentally read the synopsis of the next book in the series, so you know there is a death is coming. Now your even more frazzled because what if it’s one of your beloved! NO! It can’t be! They are HAPPY! Can’t they be happy? You want to turn away and stop reading but you can’t. It’s a like a car accident as much as you want to look the other direction, you can’t help yourself from looking straight ahead. So you keep reading towards the inevitable. Hoping for the best but bracing yourself for the worst.
That is exactly where I am right now in the The Crown of Midnight. Something book is about to happen. I just know it and I’m not prepared for it. Nope, not at all. Pray for me brothers and sisters readers.