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lelex 's review for:
The Summer Palace
by C.S. Pacat
Obviously I had to read this again after finishing the trilogy. It almost made me weep. It’s one of the softest things I’ve ever read in my whole life. Absolutely decimating. “Come and meet her.” brought me to my knees. "You were watching the road."
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Laurent’s cheeks were slightly flushed, though it was not clear whether it was from summer heat or his admission.
“Hello,” said Laurent, and Damen couldn’t help the spill of feeling at how close they had come to not having this at all.
Damen lifted his head and kissed Laurent tenderly, found him flushed, warm like summer.
Laurent had a mind that took in problems, faced them, quantified them, and then, steadily, solved them: Keep Damianos alive; cement Damianos’s rule; don’t appear to be ruling in his stead.
Damen was smiling; there was delight in seeing Laurent explore himself, a young man who was sweet, teasing, at times unexpectedly earnest. Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.
“I thought, I have lost everything, and gained you, and I would almost make the trade, if I didn’t know it had happened that way for you, too.”
Laurent was like the edge of the blade, but sometimes he was like this.
Laurent, enjoying the sunlight too, and the air from the sea, that winked in an expanse of blue. Laurent’s eyes opened.
Laurent said, “I like it here. I like it here so much.”
“All right,” said Damen, smiling as he thought about his squires rooting around in the east garden for his armor. And then of other things. His smile widened.
Laurent said, “What?”
“You were watching the road,” said Damen.
*
Laurent’s cheeks were slightly flushed, though it was not clear whether it was from summer heat or his admission.
“Hello,” said Laurent, and Damen couldn’t help the spill of feeling at how close they had come to not having this at all.
Damen lifted his head and kissed Laurent tenderly, found him flushed, warm like summer.
Laurent had a mind that took in problems, faced them, quantified them, and then, steadily, solved them: Keep Damianos alive; cement Damianos’s rule; don’t appear to be ruling in his stead.
Damen was smiling; there was delight in seeing Laurent explore himself, a young man who was sweet, teasing, at times unexpectedly earnest. Having made the decision to let Damen in, Laurent had not gone back on it. When the walls went up, it was with Damen inside them.
“I thought, I have lost everything, and gained you, and I would almost make the trade, if I didn’t know it had happened that way for you, too.”
Laurent was like the edge of the blade, but sometimes he was like this.
Laurent, enjoying the sunlight too, and the air from the sea, that winked in an expanse of blue. Laurent’s eyes opened.
Laurent said, “I like it here. I like it here so much.”
“All right,” said Damen, smiling as he thought about his squires rooting around in the east garden for his armor. And then of other things. His smile widened.
Laurent said, “What?”
“You were watching the road,” said Damen.