I’m not sure what’s worse:
- all the good, happy moments that stab you like daggers before the thing happens because you know it’s coming
- after the thing happens when you know what’s going on but Beka doesn’t yet and you see all the little things that don’t quite fit but you never noticed them the first time but now you do
- when Beka and everybody else finds out about the thing and there’s no chance that the book is going to end differently this time around no matter how much you want it to, and everything is sadness and heartbreak
Oh this book is made of pain. Why do I keep reading it? Damn you, Tamora Pierce, damn you.