5 out of 5 stars
Laini Taylor is the master of gods and monsters. I read her Daughter of Smoke & Bone trilogy years ago and loved it (aside from the last book), but in that time, as a reader, your tastes develop. So, I was a little apprehensive that this wouldn’t live up to all the hype for me.
Then, Taylor laid the smack down on me.
She could have wrote gibberish and as long as she did it in her own poetic way, I would still have read the whole damn novel. The writing is only a small portion of the epic that danced across the pages. Lazlo Strange may have just taken rank as one of my favorite male characters. The plot line was alluring, with an ending that is satisfying yet leaves you desperately wanting more. Holding out for the next book is going to be a bitch.
It seems a disservice to regale you with a summary of the story. This is to be tasted by each and every person on their own, sipped like a fine wine. (I don’t drink wine but this is how people have been telling me you do it. You get the description though.) I firmly believe this, I’m not just being a lazy reviewer.