Okay WOW—that was a wild rollercoaster ride and my heart has bruises. Literal emotional bruises. I am not okay. Book three definitely goes way darker than the first two. Like… please check the trigger warnings before diving in, because this one does NOT hold back. I cried at the dedication, CRIED, and then proceeded to sob like 4–5 more times within the first 27 pages. That has to be a new record. The way all the storylines from the previous books came together? Insane. Genius. Heart-shattering. I loved seeing the familiar characters return, but also—ow. Everything hurt. Also, can we talk about Paz? I loved that he wasn’t written to be some perfect little cinnamon roll. Sometimes I wanted to give him a warm hug, other times I wanted to throw him into a gentle trash bin (with love). But that just made him feel so real and compelling. The plot?? WAY more intense and action-packed than the first two books. The whole mystery around Death-Cast’s origins, the flaws, the moral debates—it gave the series a whole new depth I didn’t know I needed. And it wasn’t just deep, it was fast-paced, emotionally devastating, and weirdly funny at times. I flew through those 700+ pages like my life depended on it. This book made me cry, it made me angry, it made me laugh, it made me scream into the void—and I LOVE books that can emotionally demolish me like that. The amount of detail, callbacks, and painful little connections to the earlier books?? Cruel. Beautiful. 10/10. It felt so raw and unfiltered, like it wasn’t trying to sugarcoat anything. Just deeply human and brutally honest in the best (and most painful) way. Now look—I get that this book might not be for everyone. I see the criticisms, I do. Okay, to be fair—I partially agree with some of them. There were definitely moments where I felt like Paz and Alano were way too dependent on each other and maybe needed some good old professional therapy. Like… urgently. The relationship had some real co-dependency vibes. BUT I also think it’s somewhat realistic that a young person dealing with a serious mental illness might not have that self-awareness. It didn’t ruin the story for me, but yeah, I can see how it might be a bit much for some readers. Oh and the title??? Not knowing what was going to happen at the end made me so nervous I was basically vibrating the whole time. I was so tense I could’ve cracked a walnut with my jaw. And let me tell you: I did NOT see that ending coming. ADAM. SIR. PLEASE. I NEED THE NEXT BOOK IMMEDIATELY. My soul requires it. My sanity depends on it. I’m not even joking. And the fact that the next book is called “No One Knows Who Dies at the End”?? THAT DOES NOT HELP ME ADAM. I KNOW no one knows—BUT I NEED TO KNOW. Please. Please. I’m begging. I need that book. Right now.