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512 pages, Paperback
First published September 3, 2024
“To those who've had to claw their way out of the dark and still choose to be a light in this world—I'm proud of you.”
“You came.”
“You called”
“Always in threes.”
“Never ever make any deals with a Devil. Not unless you wanted to lose your soul.”
“Soft hearts don’t survive here.”
“What kinds of hearts do?”
He leaned down until their eyes were level. “Hearts with teeth.”
She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.”
“You called,” he answered.
“I will carry the memories of this time with you forevermore. The matter of my soul will always have your name etched into it.”
”Never ever make any deals with a Devil. Not unless you wanted to lose your soul.”
╰┈➤ read this if you like:
★ dark paranormal horror vibes
★ forbidden romance
★ trial inspirited by the nine circle of hell
★ OCD representation
★ phantom x necromancer
★ haunted manor
before starting this, i’d seen so many reviews, both bad and positive. i was curious about this book because people said it gave caraval vibes, and it’s so true. let’s begin!!
➷ the story follows ophelia, a necromancer who just lost her mother due to a heart attack, and her sister, who left after their mother’s passing. ophelia worrying about her sister’s sake, starts to look into her diary and finds out geneviev is going to phantasma—a cursed manor in new orleans where people play a sort of game divided in level, each a circle of hell.
the moment she arrives, she meets the charming and arrogant phantom blackwell who offers her a bargain: free him from phantasma in exchange of his assistance during the trials. but phantasma has two rules: stay alive and don’t fall in love. will our girl ophie manage to stay alive, don’t fall in love and win the competition?
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ophelia & blackwell🖤
ophelia is the big sister, the one who has to carry the burden of carrying the family legacy on. she’s spent her whole life following her mother’s steps and when she died, ophie found herself a little lost. since i’m a big sister, i’m familiar with the role ophie had to fulfill. she thinks she’s broken because she hears the shadow voice and because she has OCD.
little does she know, she’s also very hilarious and clever. participating at a competition like phantasma is not for the faint of heart, and she’s incredibly strong.
i’d say blackwell is a lost soul. he’s forced to work at phantasma and has holes in his memory, but despite feeling lost sometimes, he always has a quick comeback. he’s funny and charming. he has a way with words…🤭
both ophie and B have a chef kiss sarcasm what will make you laugh you ass off. their banter and tension is lovely and fun to read. their relationship is everything and i’ve loved every single moment they had together. i wouldn’t say this is a slow burn, but tbh i didn’t mind it at all. some of their interactions are entertaining, some are hot, some are heartbreaking… they helped each other so much, he was always there when she called and she put so much efforts in finding a way to help him. he always encouraged her to keep pushing and be strong, letting her know he was proud of her—something she really needed. they’re literally two halves of the same heart.
“You came.”
“You called,”
“Ophelia,” he repeated, tasting every syllable. Her name on his tongue sounded like a wicked prayer. “You are exactly the person I’ve been waiting for.”
“Are you going to need me to hold your hand while we walk through?” he taunted over his shoulder with a smirk.
“Oh, bite me,” she deadpanned.
His smirk grew wider. “Is that an invitation?”
“Soft hearts don’t survive here.”
“What kinds of hearts do?”
He leaned down until their eyes were level. “Hearts with teeth.”
“If you want to play rough,” he drawled, “I have better games we can play. Ones that involve less clothing—”
“Ugh,” she groaned, fists balling at her sides. “No wonder no one has ever been able to find what you’re looking for. You’re impossible to work with.”
“Thank you. You got me through that.” He took a step toward her, lifting her chin with his finger so he could look her square in the eyes.
“You got yourself through that. I’m proud of you.”
“I think you might be the closest to heaven I’ll ever get,” he whispered.
“You are apparently anything but forgettable.”
“Because it seems that’s what we do. We find each other.”
I know I should have enough self-control to just stay the fuck away, but you are the only thing that’s ever made me feel even a semblance of hope in this eternity of Hell. The dream I’ve been looking for—the one to wake me up.
“Have I ever told you how much I adore a woman who isn’t afraid to get her hands bloody?”
“In all the darkness, in all the loneliness, you have been my one source of light,” he lamented as she began to come undone. “My soul will go to its grave with your name echoing in my mind.”
“I may never be rid of my inner demons, but for this single sliver of time, whenever we were together, you made them quiet. I was able to hear myself for once.”
I will carry the memories of this time with you forevermore. The matter of my soul will always have your name etched into it.