Upon the sands of the arena, Mia finds new allies, bitter rivals, and more questions about her strange affinity for the shadows. When it is announced that Consul Scaeva and Cardinal Duomo will be making a rare public appearance at the conclusion of the grand games in Godsgrave, Mia defies the Church and sells herself into slavery for a chance to fulfill the promise she made on the day she lost everything. But after a deadly confrontation with an old enemy, Mia begins to suspect the motives of the Red Church itself.

Her position is precarious, and she's still no closer to exacting revenge for the brutal death of her family. Mia Corvere, destroyer of empires, has found her place among the Blades of Our Lady of Blessed Murder, but many in the Red Church ministry do not believe she has earned it. WINNER OF THE THE AUREALIS AWARD FOR BEST FANTASY NOVEL I'm not trying to be mean, but this is shit, and it's not like Kristoff is going to see what I write anyway.A ruthless young assassin continues her journey for revenge in this new epic fantasy from New York Times bestselling author Jay Kristoff. I still feel that this series could have been good in the hands of a different writer (maybe an actual sapphic woman who knew how to do more than skim Venice's Wikipedia page?), but I'm done giving it chances.

I do love over-the-top things, but this was less 'dramatic and fun while still interesting' (like Jade Legacy by Fonda Lee, which I read just before this), and more 'on a mission to make you want to bang your head against the wall because it's soooo damn edgy.' It's a mildly interesting, overly sexualized, horrifically edgy story that loves, loves, loves tooting its own horn. Good cliffhanger ending, too.īut really, this series is just not for me. The dual narratives were interesting, and this was a high-stakes, bloody story that was executed fairly well, if everything else is ignored. Yes, these things were in book one, but in book two, they were just amplified, and I've had enough. While simultaneously employing the most obnoxious prose on the planet. Self-absorbed and not as funny as she thinks she is, and constantly described to us poor suffering readers as the most sexy, deadly teen girl on the planet. And then it ends in murder, I think, because I actually just skimmed this part because I have no interest in reading sex scenes.

Because all you need to know about this book is that it opens with a threesome, which goes on for several pages. But that's what I'm giving it anyway, because if I suffered through the whole of this monstrosity, then I deserve to be able to rate it whatever the hell I want.Īfter reading Nevernight, I was willing to give Godsgrave a chance because I saw potential.

Does this book actually deserve a one-star rating? Probably not.

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