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384 pages, Hardcover
First published January 10, 2017
“The holiest always have the farthest to fall.”
“Mhe varujta. Trust me as if my soul were yours.”
“Oh, I know!" Safi clapped her hands, delighted by her own genius. "I shall call you Un-empressed."
"Please," Vaness said coldly, "stop this immediately."
Safi absolutely did not.”
“It is always easier to blame gods or legends than it is to face our own mistakes.”
“Share the glory, share the blame.”
❝The holiest always have the farthest to fall.❞
Buddy-read with the loveliest Vera
Actual rating: 4.5 stars
“Though we are safe with our friends near, we are safest with our enemies nearer.”
Wow, what an emotional ride this book was! I honestly must admit that mostly all my expectation about this book were based on Aeduan/Iseult relationship. And when I found out they will have shared chapters in this part, my joy was limitless. But, oh boy, this book had a couple more surprises in store for me.
First of all, the world-building became wider, richer, less confusing than it was in book 1. Politics and intrigues are getting more vicious and tangled. Who betrays whom first are absolutely defining words for this book, because at every step there are doubts and sly game. Everyone lies. It's in the way we banter with our friends. It's in the mundane greetings we give passersby. It's in the most meaningless things we do every single moment of every single day. Hundreds upon thousands of tiny, inconsequential lies.”
Kudos to Susan Dennard for creating such complex world! And the writing improved since Truthwitch a lot too. It was not an easy task to read book 1, because words seemed to be in each other's way: some phrases stuck and tumbled on my tongue and seemed out of place, add to that a really confusing titles of all kinds of witches, and ultimately I was more lost in the Witchlands than a foreign traveller should be lost in an unknown country. In Windwitch, though, the writing flows; there's less confusion (yes, some things still are confusing, but it is totally due to the plot and the fact that some things are not meant for readers to be understood yet), there's more drive, more action, more development. Before Nubrevna, it had been Dalmotti. Before Dalmotti, it had been Marstok. For centuries, this peninsula had changed hands, and for centuries, no one had ever fully won—or ever fully lost.
I guess I only wished that maybe there was a little less action, because, at times, it was non-stop and made me tired from all these blurring in front of my eyes, and who fought whom, who ran where and such were indiscernible at times.
The Characters
Let me tell you that Susan Dennard is a genius when it comes to creating threads (see what I did here!) between characters. She so masterly connects and divides, and even when you think there's nothing between two characters, she creates a connection that binds them in the most wondrous ways. There's no rush, no insta-anything -- everything is gradual and balanced and so natural. Let's start with my favorites:
●Aeduan/Iseult. These two...
This is me every time Aeduan and Iseult shared a chapter. Gosh, I think these two are becoming one of my all-time favorite couples, because that chemistry!! From enemies to allies to friends and more (?). I hope so! At first, they are so cautious of each other, so distrustful, but then little by little, they learn each other's moves and gestures and changes in moods. Aw, it was so adorable when Aeduan returned Iz his favorite coat, and how she was secretly happy about it because she already got attached to it. Or remember how Aeduan at first didn't let Iz walk behind him, because he didn't trust her, and then there was a scene when he finally let his guard down and let her behind his back. He walked in front now, as if Iseult had passed whatever test he’d issued the day before. Or perhaps he’d just forgotten not to trust her. She suspected both. He’d also given her the salamander cloak and reclaimed the bland coat she’d first found him in.
It meant something—giving her that cloak for a second time. And though Iseult didn’t know what precisely, she did know it felt good to be back beneath its thick fibers.
Awwwwwww, such little snippets that might seem meaningless, but they mean a world when it comes to trust issues for Iz and especially for Aeduan. He's been through hell it seems, and, though, we don't know the whole story yet, but those words he couldn't forget, the ones his mother said to him the last time he saw her, "Run, my child, run.” They broke my heart every time I saw them. Peculiar, but Aeduan reminds we a lot of Arin from The Winner's Trilogy. Both lost something when they were children. Both had to harden themselves to survive. Both felt alone and unloved. And with Arin we already know how his story ended, with Aeduan, though, there are still so many unanswered questions, and I hope the author will keep my cinnamon roll whole and unharmed, or else I'll turn into a Fury myself. There was pain too, though Aeduan could ignore that. After all, pain was nothing new.
Also, one more stark similarity between Arin and Aeduan. Remember the scene from The Winner's Kiss where Arin acts as if he was the God of Death himself slaying his enemies without mercy? So here it is: there's a similar scene with Aeduan. A real treat for the fans of both characters!He twisted back to the slaver, who was clearly at a loss for who posed more of a threat: Aeduan or the mountain bat. To Aeduan, the answer was obvious. “You should run now,” he warned the man. “Or I will kill you.”
The man’s lips curled back. “Seven of us and only one of you.” He grabbed Aeduan’s shirt.
“Exactly,” Aeduan said. “Which is why you should be running.” Then, with a speed that no man could match, he clutched the man’s hand to his chest, and punched up. His fist connected just above the elbow, breaking the joint and snapping the humerus in two.
Bone tore through flesh; the man screamed.
This was only the beginning. With the man’s arm angled in a way it was never meant to be, Aeduan thrust the limp elbow toward the man’s neck. The jagged tip of bone that had erupted outward now pierced soft throat.
The man’s beard was instantly red, and with a soft flick of his wrists, Aeduan pushed the body over.
After that, everything was a blur of shaking earth and screams and blood. Of terror that expanded in men’s pupils when they realized that they were going to die.
Aeduan is merciless, we should never forget that, but also there's a tender side to him, the one he grudgingly hides and doesn't want the world to see. “Aeduan.” She’d never said his name aloud. She was surprised by how easily it rolled off the tongue.
He looked back, his expression inscrutable as always. But laced with … with something. Hope, she found herself thinking, though she knew it was fanciful.
Aeduan was not the sort of man to ever hope.
But Iseult penetrates his defences one by one. She sees the man behind the "monster" everybody else sees. And they are so natural with each other, they feel one another, they work in sync. A perfect team!No stopping, though. Only running onward through the weak rain. Men charged with blades, but swords were so easy for Iseult to evade with Aeduan at her side. Together, they arced, they lunged, they ducked, they rolled. A fluid combination of steps built on blood and Threads.
And apart from this thing they have, there's something else that unites them, makes them similar. Something darker...This was not the Threadwitch who had cornered Aeduan beside a bear trap. Nor the Threadwitch who’d sparred with him that very morning. This was a woman changed.
Aeduan knew because he’d been there before himself. Soon she would learn—just as he had—that there was no outrunning the demons of one’s own creation.
Gosh, I can go on babble and babble about Iseult and Aeduan endlessly, and I'd probably quote their every scene together here if I could (honestly I kind of... might have already quoted almost every scene between them in GR quotes, oops #sorrynotsorry), and turn this review into a fangirl ground... or maybe I already had done that...
●Iseult/Safi. Though Threadsisters never cross path in this book, it still felt like they were together, because there wasn't a situation our girls didn't think of or one another or a time they didn't miss each other. I already have written in my review for Truthwitch that I find their friendship to be one of sweetest things ever, and here again, they proved their bond is beyond borders and miles. Every time one of them found herself in a difficult or dangerous situation, she thought of her Threadsister: What Safi would do? How Iseult would act in my place? They helped each other to stay strong even being miles away apart.If Iseult were here, then Safi could charge off into that jungle without a second thought. With Iseult, Safi was brave. She was strong. She was fearless.
Iseult struggles with her own nature; she is trying to understand who she is without Safi and if she could become her own self.
She was broken. She was useless. She was the pointless half of a friendship. The one who would live forever in shadows, no matter what she did. No matter whom she fought.
Safi is finally trying to embrace her duties; to grow up and face her responsibilities.
Safi was beyond anger. Beyond temper. This was her life now—forever running, forever changing hands from one enemy to the next until eventually, the enemy severed her neck. It had been inevitable, really. Her magic had cursed her from the day she was born.
●Merik/Cam/Vivia. I swear, Merik and Cam are the cutest outcasts! They so much reminded me of brother and sister. How they protected each other, how they helped and understood each other. So cute! And Cam may seem little and fragile, but she's strong; she guides Merik when he loses hope, she opens his eyes when he loses his way. Plus Cam is a very intriguing character and has a couple of revelations, I am sure, will be a pleasant surprise for readers.“Stop seeing what you want to see, Merik Nihar, and start seeing what's really here!”
Honestly, Merik got on my nerves at first. The arrogance! Duh, his pompous speeches every few pages made my eyes roll, but then the twist happened and everything took its place, everything finally made sense. Another genius move from the author! And as it is Merik's book, after all, I must say a couple of words about his struggles. Merik went through hell and back, if not for Cam, he'd totally be all alone in this world. I am not approving of his decision to become the Fury, but I am proud of him for growing and realizing his mistakes; for making amends.Merik had seen potential trade for Nubrevna where there was none. He’d seen a navy that had “needed his leadership” when it hadn’t. He’d seen a selfish domna in Safiya fon Hasstrel, a frustrating Threadwitch in Iseult det Midenzi, and then an inconsequential ship’s boy in Cam—yet none of those presumptions had proved true.
Vivia, Merik's older sister got her own POV in this book, and I must say she is also not who she seems at first. In the previous book, I found her quite unfeeling and at times evil; in this part I rooted for Vivia, shared her struggles and doubts. It was an unexpected feeling for me, but Vivia seemed so human and fragile on the inside that I couldn't stop sympathize with her.No more stalemates because they thought her unqualified and unhinged.
No more tiptoeing around a room because women oughtn’t to run. To shout. To rule.
And above all: no more blighted regrets.
And once more, the brother/sister relationship between Vivia and Merik was so believable. Jealousy, misunderstanding, love - all is so messed up, and where whose loyalties lie... Once more, who will betray whom first, right?Merik had been everyone’s favorite. He’d had the Nihar rage, and he’d had the good sense to be born a man. Easy, easy—that was how Merik’s life had always been. No resistance. Whatever he’d wanted, he’d gotten.
Even his death had been easy.
●Safi/Vaness/Caden. This trio is a very curious one! After Safi agreed to help the Empress of Marstok, Vaness cleanse her country from corruption, they travelled together, but they didn't make it far when Hell-Bards (guards who hunt witches) intercepted them. After that things got a little bit peculiar, meaning that you never know who might turn out to be one's ally. And the quote below perfectly describes an adventure our reluctant allies found themselves in:She felt no relief at having survived this attack. No heady satisfaction surged through her because she’d made it to shore. She felt only a growing emptiness. A gathering dark. For this was her life now. Not boredom and lectures, but hell-flames and assassins. Massacres and endless flight.
To say it was a non-stop action is to say nothing! No respite for the wicked, my friends. I'd say it was an unexpected adventure in many ways, and once again I couldn't stay indifferent to the characters' fates. Also, there might've been hints of a love-triangle between Merik/Safi/Caden, but this book is so light when it comes to romance: meaning that there's almost no romance at all, and the author so far wasn't predictable when it comes to building believable relationships, so I hope this whole "maybe" love-triangle will be resolved to our shared satisfaction: meaning Safi and Merik will be together.
Overall, I feel like there are tons of things I haven't said about Windwitch yet, but I fear I might bore you with my tales and fangirling. I definitely expected to like this book, and I definitely did not expect to love it so much. For me this experience was brighter than with its predecessor. Apart from the awesome characters, more developed world and intriguing plot, there's also creatures of myth (yes, yes, be ready for the mountain baits), vicious Firewitches (gosh, these were really nasty) and beautiful ancient ruins for tired travelers to lay their eyes upon. Without argument, this book is way darker and more brutal than the first one, I'd say maybe even more mature (?). And I probably would not be able to express how excited I am for Bloodwitch, book 3 in the series, which will be dedicated to Aeduan (finally!). I have so many theories and regards to his book. I am looking forward to reading it and sharing my thoughts with you, my friends.
Windwitch is a highly recommended sequel!
“Why do you hold a razor in one hand?
So men remember that I am sharp as any edge.
And why do you hold broken glass in the other?
So men remember that I am always watching.”
Mhe varujta. Trust me as if my soul were yours.”
“Stop seeing what you want to see, Merik Nihar, and start seeing what's really here!”