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Sorry it's taken me so long to read and review. I'm interested to see how Margolo and Arthur come out. How the story comes out.

It's a rare story that actually makes me cry, that actually breaks my heart, but this has done so. In a good way.

I can't even...no words for how awesome this is. Really. I'm wordless.

I've got shivers and I'm not even past chapter one. BRILLIANT.

OH MY LORD, THAT WAS AMAZING. Tragic, and I kinda feel like I need a teddy bear and a hug about now, but it was amazing.

Wow. Was not expecting that. I heart this story.

I think this is only the second time I've encountered the name Margolo. Sweet name. ]

I really like your writing style! Can't wait to read the rest of the chapters!

Wow . . . simply amazing. I love it. Beautiful story.

I'd keep reading now, but alas, must get ready for work. This is really good, though. I'm glad you finished it, 'cause I'd hate to have to wait for updates.

Great chapter! Can't wait for the next installment.

I nearly cried too! Still amazing, as usual. Write on!

Wow . . . it just gets better!

Amazing . . . one of the best stories I've read. Ever.

If I can keep going with the spider thing I would now say that I am stuck in this story. I struggle to tear myself away and do my schoolwork as I know I could be doing, but the words that “leap out” from the page just wrap me up even more with every attempt to pull myself away.

“a jungle cat and a proper young lady of Victorian England.” – Now, that is just beautiful. I can clearly see the girl of Victorian England walking down the road, a flash of something feral behind her eyes.

“poppy-red stains around her mouth and the body lying limp at her feet in a crimson pool, that makes him think: vampire.” – Gorgeous. That’s the word that describes every line in this story. I want to give concrit, I do, but I can find nothing wrong. Yes, everything is gorgeous.

“a single ghost of a whimper escapes from the back of her throat.” – Wow, just wow. Again, I find myself envious over and over as I continue on with reading.

“His hair is what catches her eye, light and feathered like a baby chick” – That’s my favourite line, I should think. It’s impossible to choose, really, but my mind snags on this shard and it won’t let me go.

“They’ve been writing the same story. And Margolo has killed the other author.” – Just epic. I don’t get what’s happening, but it’s epic.

Your writing is as sticky as a freshly spun web, and I am sure that if I could see you behind the screen you’d be the spider ever weaving away until finally you spun such silvery beautiful lines like “He looks as if she could snap him in half with ease, like a pencil, like a porcelain doll with dark curls and eyes of green glass, like a fragile human spine.” and “She does not look back until trees completely block from her view the body, lying in state guarded by garbage and attended by stars.”