I honestly have no idea how to start this review. All the Tides of Fate was such a phenomenal book, and I am still REELING from that ending! Adalyn Grace, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!? #WorstBookHangoverEver In all seriousness, though, this book truly was spectacular, and there are no words in the English language that can properly express how much I loved it. It’s one of those books that falls under the “Had Me Bawling Into My Pillow At 3 AM” Category. There, THAT should give you an idea of how much I loved it. 😂

Although deserts, forests and oceans separated Eddie Fraser, an Australian man, and Tina Morris, a Scottish girl, their lives were destined to entwine. Without the least knowledge of each other’s lives or even the wish to know, they were joined together in a marriage that, since Eddie’s work as a sailor on a merchant ship kept them apart for long periods of time, couldn’t possibly work. Or could it? Serle, Percival (1949). "Barry, John Arthur". Dictionary of Australian Biography. Sydney: Angus & Robertson.Really, shidi had decided that out of all the words this shixiong had said over the years, this particular expression is the one Liu-shidi chose to believe in?” He questions sharply, one elegant eyebrow raised in question. He got only „Hmph” in response as brute turned away and walked off blindly. i already loved these characters but now i adore them. if anyone would try to touch them i would just...shred them in pieces the way adalyn grace did with my heart. and now i want to scream thinking of these characters, yay!!!

Shen Qingqiu wakes up early in the morning with two young ladies sleeping next to him, likely using his presence as a chance to avoid some other clients' attention. All the Tides of Fate was just as good as All the Stars and Teeth. In fact, there are some aspects of the book that made me like it even MORE than All the Stars and Teeth. For example, the development of the various characters in the story. Leave , he commands without turning to see her and blood rains on her white shift, on her golden hair. The blood of his enemies. The blood of hers. His eyes were still burning with rage and something else: “I will not stay here. There’s nothing for me here. I will take what is mine. And I need your help.”So you hid, you ran, like a coward.” If she wanted to cause pain using that word she manage to do that perfectly. And she felt cruel saying it. She shook her head in disbelief. This was preposterous. “I just regained a glimmer of respect from my people, I can’t blow it to follow you.” Even to her that sounded like a petty excuse. Surely he must know. Halbrand, Halbrand, she chants, Halbrand, Sauron, Sauron, my love, my only love, my greatest love. I abhor you.

She didn't remembered a night in which she had slept but sleep was not an issue right now. When she approached the council she could distinguish Halbrand voice above the others: He falls asleep surrounded by gentle hum of female voices, soft laughter, flowery aromas of perfumes and occasional brush of kind touches. It made it easier to forget how cruel everything outside is. Can you easily predict the tides by following the path of the Moon? Not really! First of all, because the Moon is orbiting in the same direction as the Earth rotates, it takes extra time for any point on our planet to rotate and end up exactly below the Moon. The extra time is ~50 mins. This means that the high tide bulges are never directly lined up with the Moon, but a little ahead of it.

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She reached for his arm and made him face her: “Halbrand, wait.” No way she was going to say that name out loud here. Hello, Your Majesty.” His lips pull into the kind of smile that could melt ice during the coldest winter. He’s the oldest adviser, nearly sixty, and seeing him not only reminds me of Bastian, but also of the way Father liked to joke with the baron. The way he would clap Lord Bargas on the shoulder and roar with one of his chest-rattling laughs. Galadriel places her hand over his chest, searching for the beat of his heart and its music is the same. He is Halbrand, he is Sauron, he is the Lord of Werewolves. She could tell the song of his battle prowess from a thousand harmonies. They knew him, like no one else does, and accepted him for it all, supporting him just like he did support them in return. He believes this is how family should be, even if he never had proper comparison.