“For seven hundred years, my people have been enslaved without voice, without hope. Now I am their sword. And I do not forgive. I do not forget.”
That’s page one. Page one.
If I was a boy, I would have had a boner right there.
So. Much. Excite.
This book is a spectacular continuation of both Darrow’s growth as a character and the growth of the rebellion. Darrow makes mistakes, manages to fix and learn from them. This is a huge part of why he’s such a great main character. He isn’t perfect but he isn’t stupid, he doesn’t get stuck in repeat like so many other MCs in other novels. He takes beating after beating but always gets back up swinging. Sure he second guesses himself a lot, but you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. He wouldn’t be a connectable character if he never once doubted his path.
The characters around him are all flavors of their own. They are all richly developed and bring something important to the story. Each bring out something different in Darrow.
Many people don’t enjoy stories filled with twists and turns. I am not one of those people. I don’t understand those people. If you read as much as I do, you find that stories across genres can be predictable more often than not. I like a book that keeps me on the edge of my seat. I like not knowing what is just around the river bend. I love knowing that my favorite characters are not safe from a gorey demise. I think I might be a sadist…
As with the first novel in the series, I could not believe how much had taken place in just one book. I feel like I’ve spent six hours on a roller coaster than stopped on another planet.
I don’t know where I am but I don’t care, because I just had the best ride of my life.