Ms. Armentrout, I'd love to have an entire book from the glorious Daemon's pov. Yes, I think I'd like that very much. 
 Merged review: 
 Total Fangirl time! 
 Obsidian for me was a total guilty pleasure. I devoured the book and craved more. This is the perfect Young Adult book; angst, excitement, unrequited lust, paranormal elements, and laugh out loud humor. 
 I usually hate the male protagonists of this kind of series. They are douchebags with a capital D. I always shake my head wondering what is wrong with the female that she is so weak to want him. This is not the case with Daemon. Alright, I'm in lust with him too. Yes, he is a total bastard. I love him all the more for it! I actually have categories that I place male characters in. One is for the YA douchebags. I just couldn't place Daemon with Jace from Mortal instruments along with Shane from the Morganville Vampire series. Nope, he gets a different category; Douchebags I want to beat so bad it arouses me. He can sit next to fellow alumni, Ethan Sullivan from the Chicagoland Vampires. 
 Oh, Katy, Kitten! I could squeeze you. You are just so fun. I love your internal dialogue. I could spend hours listening in your head about Daemon. You're just so damn humorous. Plus, you're a fellow blogger/reviewer, obsessive book fan! Alright, girlfriend, you do some really stupid shit, but that's fun too. You are strong, independent. You don't wait as a damsel in distress. And, Baby girl, you hold your own against Daemon. And that is saying something. How you left things at the end of the book, I couldn't be prouder. Or more excited to see what happens next. 
 It's going to be a very long wait for the next book. In the interim I will read everything else by Jennifer Armentrout, especially the prequel in the Lux series about Dawson! 
 How about some quotes? 
 "My palms itched to have a close encounter of the bitch-slap kind with his face." 
 "Thanks," I muttered and added under my breath, "Douchebag." 
 He laughed, deep and throaty. "Now that's not very ladylike, Kittycat." 
 I whipped around. "Don't ever call me that," I snapped. 
 "It's better than calling someone a douchebag, isn't it?" He pushed out the door. "This has been a stimulating visit. I'll cherish it for a long time to come." 
 Okay. That was it. "You know, you're right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you," I said, smiling sweetly. "You're a dickhead." 
 "A dickhead?" he repeated. "How charming." 
 I flipped him off." 
 "So the dickhead had a name. Daemon--seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West 
 Virginia, the land of lost models." 
 "Holy Hawt Chemisty, Batman!" 
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