![]() ![]() The reason I love this series so much is because the love story seems so impossible. She preaches mercy and compassion, but less in a Mother Teresa way and more in a “I will drag you kicking and screaming towards decency if it’s the last thing I do” way. She uses whatever tools she can weapons, words, sex, or War’s feelings for her. She is War’s match, and she never stops fighting for what is right. There’s enemies to lovers, and then there’s enemies while lovers.īut Miriam does just fine. It’s a tricky business, when your lady parts are a big fan but your brain is telling you to gut him with his own sword. ![]() She hates him for the death and destruction he’s inflicting, but dayum if he ain’t pretty, you know? And then there are those fleeting, fascinating glimpses of what could be human emotions underneath all the bloody-mindedness. As Miriam spends more time in War’s camp, she finds herself reluctantly intrigued by the Horseman. ![]() Apparently War is convinced she’s his God-given bride, so…that’s not creepy. A self-taught weapon maker eking out a tenuous existence in Jerusalem, she tries to kill War (but fails horsemen have a tendency to not stay dead) and is taken captive. ![]()
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