"It wasn’t just that Eli stole Angie from Victor—that was bad enough—but somehow Angie had stolen Eli from him, too. The more interesting Eli, anyway. Not the one with perfect teeth and an easy laugh, but the one beneath that was glittering and sharp, like broken glass. It was in those jagged pieces that Victor saw something he recognized. Something dangerous, and hungry. But when Eli was with Angie, it never showed. He was a model boyfriend, caring, attentive, and dull, and Victor found himself studying his friend in Angie’s wake, searching for signs of life."
Lovely writing, fascinating characters.
I expected to hate this book, and I sorta do, but on the other hand...I somewhat empathize with the main character. Don't get me wrong, she's a little bitch, but I kind of see my teenaged self in her sometimes. She is adamantly against the idea of love, she hates her parents, she is spiteful, she rebels. I hate her, but I can't hate her too much, because a lot of us have been there once.
Besides from the glaring historical inaccuracies, the main character is a fucking moron. She's a witch, in an era that burns them. Yet she practices her art cause she can't heeeeeeeeeeelp it. It's in her blooooooooooood. Waaaaaaaah. Her blood will be out of her body soon enough if she keeps acting like a brainless little simpering twat.
Also, insta-love. With someone who might want to kill her. Who might be a priest. A Spanish priest. And we all know how much Tudor England loves the Spaniards.