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I mostly love the Parasol Protectorate, but every time I read Blameless I feel all ragey that Alexia takes her husband back even though he acts like an ABSOLUTE FUCKING NOBBER. And, okay, I get that she's pregnant, that she really does love Conall, and that this is Victorian England and her options are basically take him back or get to a nunnery, but all I can think of is that if somebody I'd slept with treated me like that, I would never, ever speak to them again, because OH MY GOD, FUCK YOU LORD MACCON, FOR ALWAYS.

Probably this unforgiving temperament is the reason I am not the lead in more steampunk supernatural Victorian-era romantic novels.

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