The Prince by Katharine Ashe
Why be generic when you can be nondescript, right?
Why be generic when you can be nondescript, right?
Best read with gallons and gallons of alcohol at the very least.
This one has a “feminist” heroine that doesn’t dare to deviate from the formula. Ooh, train wreck.
Expect little, and do your best to hope that you will still not be disappointed. Or bewildered.
This Tali dude is such a whiny bore, and the story doesn’t feel like it’s all there either.
I rolled up my eyes a lot. I also make “Pffft!” sounds a lot.
A competently written tale of played out drama. The author is far too good for this book, I’d like to think.