Sometimes it only takes a few pages for you to realize there is a gap between the promise of the cover and the reality of the words on the page. In this case, the promise was a kind of time-travel (immortality for hundreds of years without aging, but at a cost)… so historical novel across the ages as the central character gets to live through them, becoming weary and wise. The reality is that it was a genre romance novel dressed up a bit for a certain kind of reader. Did she swoon? Did her Luciferian counterpart come to understand love? I certainly stopped caring and just skimmed a few pages every now and then, and it stayed the same. Buh-bye….