Onyx Storm. (Spoiler free opinion)
I wish nothing but minor inconveniences on Rebecca Yarros for the emotional damage she did to me while reading this book, such as the following:
I hope her sock is always sliding off her foot in her boots.
I hope her coffee is always lukewarm.
I hope her fire alarm batteries need to be replaced in the middle of the night and won't stop chirping.
I hope her car alarm goes off while she's at the store.
I hope her first bite of an apple is always the mushy part.
I hope her stapler gets jammed.
I hope she steps on a Lego.
I hope she butt dials her mom and gets stuck in a really long conversation when she has other things to do.
I hope she trips just a little bit on uneven sidewalk











