The Lost Sentinel by Suzanne Rogerson – A Review

Hi Guys! I’m here today with another Storytellers on Tour blog post! (I’m fast becoming a regular)

The Blurb –

The magical island of Kalaya is dying, along with its Sentinel.

The Assembly controls Kalaya. Originally set up to govern, they now persecute those with magic and exile them to the Turrak Mountains. Tei, a tailor’s daughter, has always hidden her magic but when her father’s old friend visits and warns them to flee to the mountains she must leave her old life behind.
On the journey, an attack leaves her father mortally wounded. He entrusts her into the care of the exiles and on his deathbed makes a shocking confession.
Tei joins the exiles search for their new Sentinel – the only person capable of restoring the fading magic. But mysterious Masked Riders are hunting the Sentinel too, and time, as well as hope, is running out.
Against mounting odds it will take friendship, heartache and sacrifice to succeed, but is Tei willing to risk everything to save the island magic?

Ok… I really enjoyed this book and will definitely be reading the sequels! For those of you who would rather buy the box set, this has just been released on kindle and will be reduced to £3.99 for the duration of this tour which is awesome!

I found this story to be really engaging, it was easy to fall into (I need a new phrase don’t I!), it felt a little familiar without feeling like it was another book and the plot kept moving forward at a good pace!

I ended up enjoying all of the characters perspectives, though I did have a little trouble with Brogan at the start.

The magic system was really interesting and I love the idea that the island has magic that the Mystics must protect but the none magical people have forgotten and don’t look after the island ass they should. I really wish we had more stories where the land was actually alive with magic because I usually enjoy them.

Tei as a main character goes through so much growth and I love seeing a character actually grow up! The poor thing does go through a lot though and I would say that I would give content warnings for mild torture/violence and also loss (these are just for me personally) so be a little wary if you are sensitive to these topics.

However, as I’ve already said, this was a very enjoyable read and bring on book 2!

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More about the author –

Suzanne lives in Middlesex, England with her husband, two children and a crazy puppy.
Her writing journey began at the age of twelve when she completed her first novel. She discov-
ered the fantasy genre in her late teens and has never looked back. Giving up work to raise a
family gave Suzanne the impetus to take her attempts at novel writing beyond the first draft,
and she is lucky enough to have a husband who supports her dream – even if he does occa-
sionally hint that she might think about getting a proper job one day.

Now an author of four novels including the recently completed Silent Sea Chronicles trilogy
and a Czech translation of her debut, Visions of Zarua, Suzanne hopes the dreaded ‘W’ word
will never rear its ugly head again!

She loves gardening and has a Hebe (shrub) fetish. She enjoys cooking with ingredients from
the garden and regularly feeds unsuspecting guests vegetable-based cakes.

Suzanne collects books, is interested in history and enjoys wandering around castles and old
ruins whilst being immersed in the past. She likes to combine her love of nature and photog-
raphy on family walks, but most of all she loves to escape with a great film, binge watch TV shows, or soak in a hot bubble bath with a nice cream and a book

Smoke and Stone by Michael R Fletcher – A Review

Hi guys! I’m back today with a quick review for you!

The blurb –
After a cataclysmic war of the gods, the last of humanity huddles in Bastion, a colossal ringed city. Beyond the outermost wall lies endless desert haunted by the souls of all the world’s dead. Trapped in a rigid caste system, Nuru, a young street sorcerer, lives in the outer ring. She dreams of escape and freedom. When something contacts her from beyond the wall, she risks everything and leaps at the opportunity. Mother Death, a banished god seeking to reclaim her place in Bastion’s patchwork pantheon, has found her way back into the city. Akachi, born to the wealth and splendour of Bastion’s inner rings, is a priest of Cloud Serpent, Lord of the Hunt. A temple-trained sorcerer, he is tasked with bringing peace to the troublesome outer ring. Drawn into a dark and violent world of assassins, gangs, and street sorcerers, he battles the spreading influence of Mother Death in a desperate attempt to save Bastion. The gods are once again at war.

This was my first self published read of the month and it did not disappoint!

The authors writing style was really nice and let me fall into this world.

I’m a sucker for books that explore pantheon of gods and what would happen if they decided to make a comeback so this was right up my street!

I don’t really want to say anything else as I feel like you’re better going in with nothing more than the blurb but I loved this book!

Book 2 has just been released and I also own another book by yjis author which I can’t wait to get to!

Amazon UK – here!

Og- Grim-Dog by Jamie Edmundson – A Review

Hi Guys! I’m back today with my first review for Self published Fantasy month! This review will be for Og-Grim-Dog which is a novella series based on the life story of a 3 headed ogre!

The Blurb:

Two heads are better than one

Three can be a real pain in the arse

We are Og-Grim-Dog!

We have been loved and reviled! We have been the Hero of the Hour, the Darkest Villain, and everything in between! We have saved this world and travelled to worlds beyond it!

You think you can distil the life of Og-Grim-Dog into some words on a page?
When a stranger visits their inn, the regulars are in for a surprise. Did their Landlord really come here from Gal’azu—the dangerous, edgier province to the east? Could it be that his stories, so fanciful and fantastical, were episodes from his previous life?
When their Landlord is persuaded to have his life story recorded for posterity, the surprises come thick and fast. Just like his regulars, you too can learn how a three-headed ogre came to be a hero. Unlike them, you don’t stand to be killed if it all goes wrong…

As I said, this series (two books are currently released) are written as novellas – this first one was 136 pages according to my kindle. Normally, I’m not a fan of novellas as I always feel like I want more but this one was perfect!

There was enough information given that I had a fairly clear picture of the world and there were more than enough action scenes along with other interactions that helped show the growing relationship between Og-Grim-Dog and their companions.

I loved Grim the best I think (always stuck between his brothers arguing) but I also enjoyed the other two characters and I can’t wait to read on and see where this trio ends up!

Goodreads – here!

Amazon UK – here!

Tuyo by Rachel Neumeier – A Review

Hi Guys! I’m back again with a review of Tuyo and I’m part of the blog tour hosted by Storytellers on Tour! Make sure you check out everyone else’s reviews here!

The blurb –

Raised a warrior in the harsh winter country, Ryo inGara has always been willing to die for his family
and his tribe. When war erupts against the summer country, the prospect of death in battle seems imminent. But when his warleader leaves Ryo as a sacrifice — a tuyo — to die at the hands of their ene-
mies, he faces a fate he never imagined.

Ryo’s captor, a lord of the summer country, may be an enemy . . . but far worse enemies are moving,
with the current war nothing but the opening moves in a hidden game Ryo barely glimpses, a game in
which all his people may be merely pawns. Suddenly Ryo finds his convictions overturned and his loy-
alties uncertain. Should he support the man who holds him prisoner, the only man who may be able to
defeat their greater enemy? And even if he does, can he persuade his people to do the same?

Rachel has a nice, easy writing style and this book felt like an older fantasy which was great for me! The whole premise reminded me of Raymond E Feists earlier Midkemia novels which are some of my favourites.

I really enjoyed the concept of enemies becoming friends (though I feel the author missed a trick slightly by there not being something more than friendship) and the trust that builds slowly between Tuyo and Lord Aras.

I did feel that Ryo made some silly decisions on occasion but they were mainly due to ingrained fear that he has of sorcery due to his peoples culture, but he was always very honest and honour bound which I really enjoyed.

This is an interesting story because the main focus of the story is very much on their characters and watching their friendship grow and develop rather than on the world building and magic systems – personally I would have loved to know even more about the magic system.

Overall, this was a very enjoyable read and I look forward to reading some of her other works!

I, Exile – An Excerpt

Hi guys! Today is my stop on the blog tour for I, Exile (hosted by the wonderful Storytellers on Tour!) and I’m featuring an excerpt from the book! Make sure you go and check out everyone else’s posts which you should be able to find here.

The night began with us squelching up a covered aqueduct and didn’t improve from there.
“I’ll bet my lucky compass that you’re wrong,” I whispered back to my partner. “We’ll nab this scroll without a hitch. The city clerics won’t know what hit them.”
“Sorry to break it to you, Em, but you owe me that compass,” said Niellan. Compared to the eunuch’s high-pitched voice, mine sounded more fitting on a boy than a woman in her thirties.
His steps splashed softly under the weight of his lean frame as he grumbled, “You know what they say about wizards and their contracts.”
Damn right I did. Excellent pay, but always a catch. On one hand, Osmathos offered enough coin to rebuild my family’s manor from the ashes. The other hand, well, there had to be a reason why the storied spellbinder couldn’t get this scroll himself. Part of me hoped he’d used his wizardly whatchamacallit to foresee the Gilded Hands as his answer. Common sense said we were his last resort. It didn’t help that Niel raised objections every step of the way.
“Admit it, Emelith.”
He knew better than to use my full name. Gray water swirled around my boots as I dealt a smirk behind my headwrap. “Just because a fireball singed off your eyebrows on the last job doesn’t mean all magi have it out for you.”
Whereas my Fenlish friend was short enough to stand straight in this hellhole, my thighs burned from bending double for so long. The mound of crushed hauntroot on his palm bloomed bright green upon his round and dusky features. He used it to mark our progress for a quick getaway. Very soon, the city clerics would trigger a pair of floodgates as part of their daily ritual. I shuddered to imagine getting trapped in this maze of pipes when the Daybreak Gong went off. Given the choice, I’d take a nice backstreet stabbing over drowning to death hands down.
Farther along the aqueduct, the upper halfpipe fell back and exposed us to the city.
The thing about Faral-Muzafti is that it’s nestled in the crater of a dormant volcano. The districts rise from the central hotspring like terraced benches to an arena. Their shops, shrines, and dwellings are built with the same rose-and-butter sandstone that girdle the caldera in stratified layers. And on the highest ridge ahead of us sat Muzafti’s crown jewel. The city temple conquered the skyline in case anyone forgot about the priesthood in charge. Or should I say the ringleaders…no? Oh, alright.
Crouching low, we hurried into the cistern at the end of the aqueduct. It stood dry about thirty feet below the triangular floodgates. Higher up loomed the temple sanctum, its brass dome gleaming bright as a third moon. Columned wings hugged both sides of the ridge as if to embrace the city. That, and to swat at busy bees.
I buzzed over to Niel’s side and gestured in the padspeech of our guild. It’s all in the fingertips, padspeech. Subtract the clickers from castanets and there you have it. “The scroll is on the right wing.”
I’d learned as much thanks to yesterday’s stakeout. From dawn ‘till dusk, theologians in yellow robes bustled past the seashell-engraved doors at the end of that wing.
“Got it,” he padspoke before whipping out his crossbow. His fingers skimmed the bandolier strapped over his jerkin. Twin rows of piercing bodkins and blunted broadheads shone silver by the sickle moons. The lowest bolt to the left ended in a grapnel hook with enough rope to wrangle a tyrannosaur.
“Cover those bolts,” I padspoke in his face so he had to stop cranking the crossbow. “Starshine.”
After buttoning his overcoat, twinkletoes pulled his hood over his frown. He hated when I bossed him around like that, but after eight years of teamwork you’d think he’d learn.
What Niel lacked in mindfulness he redeemed himself in marksmanship. Within heartbeats he loaded the hookbolt into its channel, locked onto his target, and squeezed off the shot.
A tail of rope sketched the hook’s flight skyward. The prongs latched onto a low banister along the stone parapet.
In deference to one of his copious superstitions, Niel tugged the rope five times rapidly. Fenlander folklore must’ve been on our side, since he nodded in approval before pulling out a vial of yellow powder from his breast pocket. He sprinkled the contents onto his gloves and then tossed it to me underhand.
The stink of putrid eggs constricted my throat as soon as I caught the glass. Whatever Niel used for traction these days wasn’t worth my pair of doeskins. They went into my knapsack before I powdered my fingers and led the ascent.
The desert breeze blew fiercer with every upward inch. My eyes brimmed with tears but I dared not wipe them, keeping hands steady and feet on the walls at all times.
Once topside, I unbuttoned my headwrap to drag in lungfuls of crisp night air. Then I lowered a chalky hand to Niel and hoisted him next to me.
We reclined against the banister while he coiled the rope and I fished a wool blanket from my knapsack. I’d planned to use the fabric to bundle our mark, but Niel’s shivering body needed it more than the scroll would.
“Take this,” I padspoke, resisting the urge to reprimand him again.
He hesitated a moment before accepting the blanket and draping its brown folds across his shoulders. Hopefully next time he’d remember that deserts turn hot and cold in equal measure. Especially out here in the Dryscapes, where scars of the apocalypse remain everywhere.
“Remember,” I padspoke, “if you see trouble, drop the birdcall before you shoot.”
Not that I didn’t enjoy brawling sometimes. But when filching scripture from a city full of zealots, I’d sooner hold off my bet than let the knucklebones fly.
The shuffle of steps from the level below sped up my heartbeat. I pressed myself flat on the edge of the roof, one cheek against the night-chilled stone. From my belt I unclipped that lucky compass of mine and—not without cupping the rim from moonlight—tilted it down to reflect the hall of open-air columns.
Patrolling the colonnade was a shirtless monk in the leather kilt of his order. The hydra-headed mace at his hip shone crimson by the torch he clutched for warmth. One wrong move with him and I risked gaining a few extra piercings.
Only after he marched around the bend did I return to Niel. Together we rolled our sleeves back to the matching brands on our forearms. EI: 2148 & EI: 2120. Mementos from our stints in the clink. We pressed them together in our customary handclasp before the tough part of a job.
Leaving Niel to keep watch, I swung from the roof and somersaulted into the colonnade. From there I prowled by rolling my soles heel to toe, heel to toe, more gliding than walking down the hall. At the archive’s double doors I pulled a set of picks from behind my ear and sprang the lock in less time than a round of Jester’s Spades.
I blinked through the gloom to see blocky corners of shelves in most of the chamber. And crammed on these shelves was a shitload of scrolls.
All that wizened parchment smelled like my family’s library from before the fire. I’d spent some of my happiest days of girlhood reading tales of good versus evil. The following years taught me that the line between the two isn’t so distinct. Otherwise how could I live with myself?
Here and there I found a few of those covered things, books they’re called, from the High North. All bound in dyed leather, they’d fly off the stalls at the Jade Emporium. Except only an amateur would consider stealing them. I was a first-rate professional—a Gilded Hand, damnit—and I’d never let a bauble sway me from my contract.
One by one, I angled the wooden tags of the top row up to the moonlight. Mostly religious tracts and Antediluvian schematics, but no sign of the scroll itself. A sigh passed my lips as I glanced at the countless other rows. I could kill a week browsing these shelves without any luck.
Osmathos had claimed in his letter that the priesthood attached a scriptural significance to the scroll in question. If I was a cleric (Foregods forbid) where would I stash it away?
Somewhere safe. Accessible, but safe.
I skulked down the aisles into another, smaller chamber. A row of reading alcoves scalloped the far wall, each with a wicker chair and polished sandstone desk.
The furthest chair must’ve belonged to superiors because of the pillows. Well, they resembled pillows until they rustled around.
The snick of flint on steel preceded a blinding burst of lamplight. I squinted to see a portly graybeard shifting in his seat. Probably a theologian from those saffron-yellow robes. He closed the square lantern’s cage with one hand and used the other to rub the sleep from his eyes.
Soundlessly, I slid Vixen’s Tusk from my belt and crept around the edge of light. The old goat didn’t know what hit him until I pressed the dagger to his neck, free hand over his mouth. My voice sliced through the stillness like steel across gauze.
“You speak Merchant’s Cant?”
He nodded vigorously, whiskers bristling against my palm.
“Then listen up. I’m gonna remove my hand. Make a peep and I’ll splatter these scrolls with your blood.”
Only bluffing. In my experience, promising harm succeeds almost as well as actually inflicting it.
The theologian kept quiet as I wiped the saliva off on the mantle of his robes. Vixen’s Tusk still kissed his neck so he’d be a fool to turn around.
“Tell me where to find the scripture,” I hissed.
“Sirella passed it in the room behind us.” Traces of his accent harshened most of the consonants.
I shook his shoulder fiercely enough to rattle out a whimper. “Anyone ever tell you that you’d make a lousy gambler? There’s another chamber.” Or had damn well better be. “One hidden from sirellas like yours truly.”
Sweat dripped off his jowls to smudge the letters of an unfurled scroll. “How to say…mosock. Mosock of the waterfall in the archives. Press the golden tile.”
“Much obliged. Now get up. And don’t forget the lantern.”
“I answered sirella’s questions. What more could she want?”
“Well, y’know how the Khazals include poison testers at banquets? Think of yourself as a trap tester.” I yanked his shoulder again. “Upsy-daisy.”
He relented with a weak moan. I steered him to said mosock on the other end of the archive. Chips of blue lapis on the walls represented a waterfall. The gemstones between them made the rapids sparkle as if from the sun. I gestured at the golden tessera that was part of an outcrop near the bottom.
“Go on.” I frowned at him like this was his idea.
He pressed the tessera with trembling hands. The mosaic rolled back to reveal a flight of shallow steps that spiraled into darkness.
“Now we’re talking,” I said over a sigh of relief. “How do you close it?”
“The same tile, sirella.”
Which meant he could lock me inside if I let him slip away. After prying the lantern from his fingers, I snapped a tube off my belt and uncorked it with my thumb. Anger management, brewed and labeled by Niel.
“By the way, does this smell like shuteye to you?”
The fumes worked like a charm and knocked him out cold. I dragged his body behind the mosaic and brought the lantern downstairs.
The steps led to a hallway of bricks intended to protect scrolls from moisture. At the far end stood a cabinet carved from the type of dark-grained timber found in the rainforests south of the Khazalate. Material of that quality must’ve cost the clerics plenty.
To be safe, I removed a throwing blade from my belt and sent it skittering across the floor. No traps yet.
I recovered the blade midway down the hall, tiptoeing along the grooves in case of pressure-plated bricks. Once across, I inched open the cabinet doors, careful not to snap any cords that might set off an alarm.
The upper shelf held more High Northern books with their spines aswirl in silver and gold. A dozen scrolls were slotted in lattice cradles underneath those, some with knobs of ivory and others inside metal canisters. I unrolled a few until finding my mark.
A cartouche framed its title in Latter Diluvian. Though I couldn’t read a word of the blocky letters, the image of hands clasped in prayer matched Osmathos’s description down to the faint red pigment.
The Exegesis of Marthelios.
Shortly before the flood that had wiped out most of humanity, Marthelios the Starsworn had encoded his arcane secrets to read as a religious text to the untrained eye. Perhaps that was how the Exegesis had found its way into a city governed by priests. If only they knew they’d been interpreting it wrong.
No time to dwell on that. I tucked the scroll into my knapsack and turned around…
…to find I had company. Further down the hall, at the foot of the stairs, the monk from earlier came charging in. A toss of my throwing knife nicked his bicep, but it might as well have been a sucklebug by how he kept barreling closer.
The damn torchlight threw off my aim for the next two throws. I was about to fling the last one when the mace whooshed in for my head. The blow whipped air in my face as I leapt backward. Another dodge caused the iron spikes to hit the wall instead, drifting dust down from the ceiling.
I dashed through the haze and up the stairs, emptying a pouch of marbles behind me. On the last riser I stumbled like a fool over the theologian’s body and twisted my toe out of place. I gritted my teeth against the dull throbs of pain as I collapsed onto all fours.
The scroll flew out of my knapsack and rolled across the archive floor, coming to rest at the boots of—Niellan! In his hands was the crossbow, cranked and ready to fire.
“Quick, there’s a monk downstairs.” My words rushed out in a breathless undertone. “Get rid of him.”
But Niel had other ideas. He swept up the scroll and I swear a grin crossed his face moments before the two-timing weasel ran for the balcony.
“Traitor!” I would’ve gone after him if not for the tromp of feet from behind. Still disarmed, the monk lunged up the last steps at a speed I couldn’t outrun. Nor did I have time to press the gold tile. Well, at least he’d give me a face to punch.
I hobbled to my feet and backed into the archives. Then I dropped into a Thricepaw stance taught by the Gilded Hands: right side forward, shoulders squared, Vixen’s Tusk flipped in a pommeling position.
Strike after strike we clashed across the archives, my big toe throbbing hot as my hatred toward Niellan. Some say nothing good ever results from anger, and that may be true for them. Me? I thrived on the stuff. It got me up in the morning, drove me to reclaim my family’s wealth, and kept me alive that night in Faral-Muzafti.
Our feet scuffled out of the archives and into the colonnade overlooking the city. Only then did the earthshaking clash of the Daybreak Gong boom throughout the halls.
“No!” My voice was drowned out by the rumble of water underfoot. I could only hope the cascade would flush out Niellan like the vermin he was.
Mist from the floodgates curled everywhere, taking me back to the foggy slums of Port Nithalune. All of my force went into the same trick that gained me an edge over sleazeballs back in those days: I punched the monk smack in the balls.
The sorry bastard went down hard, and I endured a cold curl of pity for lashing out on him instead of Niellan. It didn’t last long—never does—before I dragged myself onto the rails and wound up disappointed by the distinct lack of dead Fenlanders in the shallow cistern. It wasn’t like I could follow him either. From this height, a drop in the cistern could snap my spine on impact. And yet I wasn’t exactly spoilt for choices.
Shouts of alarm yanked my focus down the colonnade, where three more monks swerved around the bend.
“Well,” I muttered, “here goes nothing.”
I dove off the ledge.
The water rushed up in a white-frothed whirl.
And the world went blank.

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Kings & Daemons by Marcus Lee – A Review

Good afternoon everyone! Today we have my stop of the blog tour for Kings and Daemons by Marcus Lee which is a self published novel that came out this year! Make you check out all the other people below to see what they thought too!

The Blurb –

A tale of conquest, dark kings, and daemonic heroes. A spellbinding story that will enchant you with its plot of ambition, love, betrayal, sacrifice and redemption.

Over fifty years have passed since Daleth the seemingly immortal Witch-King and his army conquered the Ember Kingdom.

Now, with the once fertile lands and its enslaved people dying around him, the Witch-King, driven by his insatiable thirst for eternal youth, prepares his forces to march on the prosperous neighbouring Freestates. It will be the beginnings of a conquest that could destroy nations, bringing death and destruction on an unimaginable scale.

Then, when a peasant huntress whose rare gift was concealed from birth is exposed, it sets in motion a chain of events that could alter the destiny of generations to come.

So! This is listed as a fantasy romance which I do agree with and I’d also say that it borders between adult and YA so lovers of either will get along with this book!

We follow a few different protagonists in this book and I have to say, I loved all of them! There’s usually at least one character that I don’t like following but all of these characters were really interesting and I loved seeing what they did! The world building in this book was also fantastic! I found that I could always visualise each of the different areas that our characters went through which is a big plus for me!

This book basically has something for everyone! There’s action, a bit of romance (which was done very well), all of the fantasy elements that we know and love along with a few things that were new to me and I hadn’t seen before!

I would definitely recommend picking this one up and I can’t wait for the next book!

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There is a UK only giveaway where you could win one of 5 copies of this beautiful book! Enter by clicking this link

The Wrack by John Bierce – Storytellers on Tour stop

Hi guys!

Today is my stop for the @sot_tours tour for The Wrack!

The blurb-
‘Plague has come to the continent of Teringia.

As the Wrack makes its slow, relentless march southwards, it will humble kings and healers, seers and merchants, priests and warriors. Behind, it leaves only screams and suffering, and before it, spreads only fear.

Lothain, the birthplace of the Wrack, desperately tries to hold itself together as the plague burns across it and its neighbors circle like vultures. The Moonsworn healers would fight the Wrack, but must navigate distrust and violence from the peoples of Teringia. Proud Galicanta readies itself for war, as the Sunsworn Empire watches and waits for the Wrack to bring its rival low.

And the Wrack advances, utterly unconcerned with the plans of men.’

Overall, I enjoyed this book. The writing style is a nice, easy one to follow along and the concepts that were explored were really interesting.

However, I wanted to know more about the magic in this world and would have also liked to follow just a couple of characters rather than the amount that were introduced. However, in this book you are following ‘the plague’ and not necessarily the characters so this choice of storytelling makes sense.

The concept of being able to insert a gemstone eye that let’s you see into the spirit realm was really fascinating to me and I’ve not seen that on any of the other books that I read.

I will definitely be picking up other books from this author!

You can pick up the book here if you are in the US –

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Make sure you head over to the main website so you can check out every one else’s reviews!

Girl, Serpent, Thorn – a mini review!

The blurb - 
There was and there was not, as all stories begin, a princess cursed to be poisonous to the touch. But for Soraya, who has lived her life hidden away from everyone, apart from her family, safe only in her gardens, it's not just a story.

As the day of her twin brother's wedding approaches, Soraya must decide if she's willing to step outside of the shadows for the first time. Below in the dungeon is a demon who holds knowledge that she craves, the answer to her freedom. And above is a young man who isn't afraid of her, whose eyes linger not with fear, but with an understanding of who she is beneath the poison.

Soraya thought she knew her place in the world, but when her choices lead to consequences she never imagined, she begins to question who she is and who she is becoming . . . human or demon. Princess or monster.

Firstly, thank you to the publisher for providing me with an e copy of this book (I bought my own physical copy).

I really enjoyed this book! I love fantasy set in a Middle-Eastern world and this one includes Persian Mythology.

The world building was very good and I couldn't help but love the main character! I felt like I could really picture the castle and all of the other settings despite this being a short book.

There were a few twists in this book that I didn't see coming which kept me on my toes!

Overall a very enjoyable book that I just didn't want to put down and I will be reading more from this author!

Rating - 🌟🌟🌟🌟

The Crow Rider by Kalyn Josephson

This book picks up right from where the first book left off which is great as this is now a completed duology so you can binge them!

I personally found the first half of this book to be a little bit slow with some travelling and training and trying to convince people to help.

However, the second half of the book really picked up and there was lots of extra character development done here too! I also feel like the ending could have been a little more spread out but that's just my personal preference 😊

Overall I really enjoyed this duology and I would recommend it!