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lifeserial:

It’s not that Howard doesn’t love her. He does, he would do anything for her, lay down his life if it came to it—if for example she were a princess menaced by a fire-breathing dragon, and he a knight on horseback, he would charge in with his lance without a second thought, stare the serpent right in its smouldering igneous eye, even if it meant getting barbecued there on the spot. But the fact is—the fact is that they live in a world of facts, one of which is that there are no dragons; there are only the pale torpid days, stringing by one like another, a clouded necklace of imitation pearls, and a love binding him to a life he never actually chose. Is this all it’s ever going to be? A grey tapestry of okayness? Frozen in a moment he drifted into?

I don’t know what this book is actually like, but I love the cover, I love lifeserial’s description and I love the premise. Trying to show the limitless nature of your love is difficult when you live in a world of facts. I’m gonna get it.