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348 pages, Paperback
First published July 14, 2021
I loathed her and all she stood for. I loathed her nearly as much as I wanted her. I’d been cursed. I was sure of it. The bird was both my remedy and my affliction.
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Don’t you have innocent people to slaughter?” My cheeks burned, and I refused to meet his eyes, choosing instead to stare at his throat. The fine hairs that dusted it, crawling up and over that fiercely hewn chin.
“I’ve already crossed that off my to-do list,” he stated with such irritating indifference that I wished I had hit him with the poor books.
“Swan, any place you go, wherever you find yourself, I fear I am bound to follow.”
“My lovely swan,” he purred. “My bittersweet nemesis, I’m beginning to fear there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
DNF at about 59%
*Warning! Spoilers Alert!*
So, let's pluck some feathers:
✅ Insta-love. She just met some creepy guy in a cave where there's no one around but there's definitely something intriguing about him. Self-preservation mode goes to the dogs, sorry, wolves!
✅ Murder of a close relative by the love interest. He killed her father and ate his heart right in front of her. And she kissed that mouth afterward (not right away, but shortly). Oh wait, he spat; didn't swallow a piece of the heart because it felt somehow wrong. Riiight.
✅ Mating - You are my mate, it's fate, let's mate. I love it when the only reason for 'true love' is mating, it is so romantic.
I am so tired of growling and sniffing - I don't know about you but it is so humiliating to know that someone could just sniff you had sex. I could never fathom why the characters wouldn't want to keep their private life private. Alfa-males are such an ancient age, really. Better to acquire some brains than extra testosterone.
✅ Shapeshifting or how to train your dog. I get that the hero is a Fae who turns into a giant wolf with wings. I get that. I just can't get all those weird scenes between the heroine and the hero when he's in his wolf form. Nothing erotic, thank God, but I am just not a huge fan of shapeshifting Zoofilia in books *shrugs*
✅ Bad guy turned good redemption line. Actually, there wasn't any redemption line at all. We are just told and showed how cruel the hero is. We are told why. We are also told that his Kingdom is savage and everyone is cruel but guess what? Inside we have another Rhys (hello, Sarah J. Maas) with another generic Fae Kingdom, which magnificence is veiled and hidden from the rest of the world. In truth they are not barbarians, they do not kill those who agree to take their side. They have art and culture, and, overall, they are more civilized than the warring Kingdom. So it wouldn't come as a shock that the hero is actually a sweetheart and not the monster, though he does kill people, but his democracy is more democratic.
✅Love saves the world. Again. I am so tired of this trope that only love can change a person and save the world. There's no substantial explanation apart from love lust why the hero decided to change.
✅I am a virgin but I am a PRO because I watch porn and practice on inflatable sex dolls. In this book both the hero and the heroine are virgins. It's okay, though the hero's reason for not having sex is that it is a distraction and he'd rather masturbate and watch other people coupling. Well, tastes differ, but the level of sexual masterly from both the heroine and the hero on the first night could rival any experienced porn star. I am jealous. The porn star as well.
Bottom line: If I ever want to read another fantasy about Fae folk, I want it to be more like the Cruel Prince and less like A Court of Mist and Fury copypaste. Erect 24/7 wolf-men who can’s say their penis from a carrot seem like a waste of organ- oh, sorry, time.
♪♫ … i know there's nothing left to say
but if you ever fly my way
sing your song
now you're gone
love so strong
my black swan … ♪♫
*sigh*
you know… the plot for this book is convoluted as fuck, and honestly, it doesn't really come together until the very end.
so, here's the link in case you guys are curious, ;))
❝My darling swan, never will there come a day, a night, a fucking minute of time when I won’t need you near.❞
❝My father.❞ I climbed to my knees, my gown in tangles beneath and around me. ❝You killed him,” I seethed through my teeth, each word fire, ❝and you ate his heart.❞
The blood king’s lips pursed. ❝Oh, that.❞ … ❝I didn’t eat his heart,❞ he said after a heavy moment, still behind me, his gaze burning into the top of my head as I tugged a gown over my legs. ❝I mean, usually I would, but I spat it out.❞
❝From the moment I saw you, before the bond noosed itself around our souls, I realized if I’d wanted anything before you❞ —I swallowed over a growing tightness in my throat, in my chest, and kissed her finger—❝then I hadn’t truly wanted it at all.❞
We hit another bump. The king snarled, rising when the carriage quit shaking, then returning to me. But I rubbed my head, laughing even as I winced, and after a moment, he did the same. Dade helped me sit up, catching my face and bringing my forehead to his lips while his fingers roamed my hair.
❝I’m fine,❞ I laughed out.
He huffed and kissed my forehead again, then sighed and tucked me over his lap while he tried to make me presentable. ❝We’ll need a bigger carriage.❞
❝I want to poison you,❞ she said to my abdominal muscles, and they clenched, the admission heated and soaking into my skin. ❝The way you’ve done me.❞
My heart slammed, my words thick and throaty. ❝Poison me, sunshine, and don’t you dare think twice.❞
I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight, so tight I could feel our hearts thunder together. Dade’s arms slowly came around me, his nose nuzzling into my neck, mine tickled by his hair.
❝What are we doing?❞ His voice was muffled by my skin.
❝Hugging.❞
❝Okay,❞ he said, sounding a little baffled but not relinquishing his hold in the slightest.
This odd male was wrong. I wasn’t just stupid. I was an idiot star-bent on ignoring the obvious—we were all headed straight for certain doom.
All along, I hadn’t been meeting with some rogue guard from the enemy’s kingdom. I hadn’t spilled precious words into Fang’s ears. Stars, his name wasn’t even Fang. The monster of Vordane had multiple names. The blood king. The king of wolves. King Dade. And I was a fucking fool.
at least she's somewhat self-aware.
❝You seem rather fond of gilded cages…❞ He curled a finger at the door, coaxing the heavy wood toward him and effectively trapping his cruel words inside. ❝So here’s another, my lovely swan.❞
❝You do not find a mate,❞ she stated, color to her voice now. It was dark but color all the same. ❝The stars bring them to you.❞
I’d been a fool to believe a wolf would ever be anything but a wolf.
❝But you are outside the keep. You could fly home at any moment.❞
❝Don’t be foolish.❞ Beshal glowered at her spouse. ❝The king of wolves would find her, hunt her until her final days.❞ She looked back at me, her eyes twinkling with knowing. ❝No, she is exactly where she ought to be.❞
❝You have been raised to be the problem, and so thoroughly that you do not even see what you are.❞
❝I know exactly what I am,❞ I said, keeping my tone smooth. ❝A king of wolves, a righter of wrongs, and now…❞ I took a daring step closer. ❝I am also your mate.❞