We are two opposites, shes too good and I'm to bad
I never thought I would be saying this in a sentence but I love Death and it's T.L SMITH's fault.
Death, the name given to a man who in the previous book intrigued me and still did. All he knows is death he's a victim, he's a produce of a father that from a young age taught him nothing else. Death doesn't know love, he gets lost in his work of cutting up bodies, that's his job and he's the master of it.
Some preferred to read, watch movies, I preferred death, it was as simple as that. It was my escape forever, or how long it would take me.
Like an artist would get lost in his paintings, a cello player in the strokes of the bow, Death got lost in, well, death.
In the previous book you can see Death's fascination with Pollie, the blind musician, the friend of Elina, beautiful and innocent and not marred with the mafia world they all live in and Deaths reaction to Pollie was almost like a possessiveness an obsession, I knew then Death and Pollie's story would evolve into a great story and I was not disappointed.
My life was happy, flowers and rainbows and all that shit. Then came a spark, a spark I didn't know about when he touched my hands, holding them like his lifeline.
TL Smith has one wicked mind, this is not a conventional love story it's dark,gritty has scenes that if it was in your real world you probably won't sleep again but I love it. I love the thrill of the difference TL Smith brings to romance with a big fat twist, who wants boring and normal all the time there's always room for the dark and twisted from the world of Mafia madness and TL Smith delivers it brilliantly.
"Perfection shouldn't be marred not on the outside anyway"
The transformation of Death to Dmitry and what Pollie changes in him leaves you in disbelief, a man like death you couldn't picture falling in love but he found Pollie or rather Pollie found him.
Another brilliant gripping read from TL Smith, who's books I love and can't put down once I pick up and they always leave me looking forward to the next one.
What if I was to tell you, you’re all evil?
In some shape or form, you are.
What If I was to tell you, I was the worst kind of evil?
Would you believe me?
I did not believe that there wasn’t anyone who didn’t contain evil.
I was proved wrong, and it stumped me.
I became obsessed with her, someone of pure goodness.
And couldn’t get enough.
I needed to see her insides because that’s what I do. Tearing people apart, I have to prove my point. I wanted to split her apart, to find any trace of bad.
It was wrong of me to think like that.
Though if death is all you know, is it so wrong?
My name is Death. Her name is Pollie.
And I want to see her insides.
Just to understand if she is as pure as she makes out to be.
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