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385 pages, Hardcover
First published September 21, 2021
1. this is all the same stuff that happened in the previous book, just a different location, and
2. i read this entire series for THAT ending!?! what the heck?!
“We can never escape ourselves, my boy. We are our own end and beginning, at the mercy of a past which cannot help but repeat itself. Which is why— we must take what we can before the world has its way with us.”
(Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession - Lorde)
Pain was a loud, angry line between the living and the dead.
Séverin Montagent-Alarie was no god. As such, he could not change the past, but that didn't mean he could not break free of it.
Buddy read with lovely Yeganeh!
"Sometimes those with too much power think they know best............they forget how to listen."
⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Synopsis ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇
So after the ending of The Silvered Serpents with Severin faking everyone's death and running away with Ruslan to Venice. He must find the way to the temple where the divine lyre can be played and get rid of Ruslan somehow to achieve the power of godhood . The team on the other hand is still in Russia, they need to find a way to Severin to save Laila who has like 5 days left to live.
⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Themes and Representations ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇
NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT THIS!! Can we just take a moment to appreciate the themes and representation of grief, friendship, love, colonialism, LGBT, neurodiversity, and ethnic diversity?? YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF SOMEWHERE OR OTHER IN THIS SERIES. Severin's grief was written in such a heartbreaking and beautiful way. Most of them being biracial contributed so much to their identity. Zofia's autism felt so natural even though I barely know anything about autism It has amazing friendships. CAN I PLEASE HAVE A FRIEND GROUP LIKE THEM, YES THANK YOU.
⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Plot ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇
The plot throughout this whole book is very blurry in my memory because I was paying most of my attention to the characters only. I feel like this series is going to be boring if you don't care much for the characters because the plot was so confusing. Although I absolutely adore the riddles, puzzles, myths, and stories that came together with the plot. The ending was a bit confusing, I didn't love how it ended but I'm ok with it because it did kind of made sense for everyone while I still have questions .
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The best-found family trope EVER. Name a better-written found-family story, I'll wait..........
Also, I got inspired by this Crooked kingdom review by Layla to do a "what your fav character says about you. So LMK if it's accurate or not it probably isn't because my observation skills suck
"Even without sleeping, [Severin] dreamt of [Laila's] face and the faces of Tristan, Enrique, Zofia, and Hypnos. By now, they would understand he’d manipulated them. They would be furious at his lies and all his cruelty until that moment … but they would forgive him, wouldn’t they? They would understand that all he had done, all the ugliness he had committed, it was all for them."
"I consider [death] a dear friend," said Laila through her teeth. "Practically family."
"[Laila] will not die, death depends on variables that we will change"
"Zofia and Hypnos walked in weighted silence. They expected him to know what to do next. They expected him to lead, to give commands, to plan the next steps … but that wasn’t Enrique. You wouldn’t belong, an old voice whispered in his skull. Know your place. His place. Enrique could never seem to figure it out."
"Name any penance, and I will pay it kneeling."
"The flower asked for sunshine, and the king declared that he had something better than sunlight - he offered the flower golden coins rinsed in milk and honey. The flower cried out, for the hard, gold coins bruised its petals. The flower then asked for water, and the king declared that he had something better than water, and he poured upon the flower all the rarest wines from the corners of his kingdom. The flower cried out, for the wine was sour and its roots shriveled at its touch. Slowly, it began to die. The king was furious, and he demanded an explanation. 'I have given you all the best things in the world,' he said. 'You must flourish!' But the flower declared, 'That was never what I needed," and then defied the king by dying."
But he was so much more dangerous than something from the pages of a fairy tale.
He was someone who believed them.
Someone who thought magic and wonder had made an exception for him.
"We've got hope, a flimsy plan, and a great deal of explosives. We've gotten by on less."
Zofia noticed that it was Laila he looked at last. It was a familiar pattern. In L'Eden, whenever Severin made plans, he always looked at Laila. To see him do it again made Zofia think of all their former patterns. It was like physics, the study of working mechanisms and the interplay of light. Laila was a fulcrum, the point around which all things in their group seemed to pivot. Severin was mass, the weight that changed their direction. Enrique gave them depth. Zofia hoped she offered light. She was not sure what Hypnos contributed to the group, but she could not imagine it without him. Perhaps that made him perspective.
"Are you even capable of ordinary love?"
He felt slapped. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that when I go to sleep, I dream of someone who knows which side of the bed I favor, who sits across from me in happy silence, who argues over which dishes belong in which cabinet. Someone whose love feels like home . . . not some insurmountable quest ripped from a myth. Someone whose love is safe . . . Do you understand that?"
He did.
Because that was how she made him feel.
Safe.
He wanted to make her feel safe.
"I can be that person."
"If you think what we're doing is impossible, then let us rewrite what possibility means . . . together."
"Growth and remorse are rather like stars: the surrounding dark makes them vivid enough to notice."
Enrique turned to Hypnos. "Why did you bring a fan?"
"I get hot easily," said Hypnos defensively.
"It's February."
"I remain hot year round, mon cher."
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"I'm lonely," he announced. "I am joining you."
Enrique rolled his eyes. "What if I told you that you were interrupting."
"Please mon cher, I never interrupt. I only complement or enhance . . . "
The Gilded Wolves (#1) ★★★★★
The Silvered Serpents (#2) ★★★★☆