The Crown's Game (The Crown's Game, #1)

by Evelyn Skye

Her wild red hair with its streak of jet black down the center

wait. im struggling to imagine this? down the center, like, where

he wanted his daughter to grow up truly Russian—hiking through birch forests, playing the balalaika, and having an almost religious zeal for buckwheat kasha with mushrooms and fresh butter.

wow where is her pet bear then huh where is that important stereotype

It was also a tad theatrical, and Vika was fond of self-aware melodrama.

“The Game will begin soon. You can feel it, can’t you?” Can I? Nikolai stuck out his tongue, as if he could taste the difference in the air. And in fact, he could. It was like . . . cinnamon. With a dash of death.

what the ever loving fuck is that supposed to mean

permission was required for those who could not see through walls and peruse the holdings in the middle of the night.

i hope the magic will be explained but at the same time do i really

“Although I abolished their khanate,”

this whole paragraph is just another example of the lazy writing that the book basically consists of

Yuliana tried not to smile—in general, she did not believe in smiles—but she couldn’t help it, because her brother brought them out of her.

i know what's implied here but it still sounds so awkward and could use a bit more insight and description

“But how do you know about enchanters, let alone that there are two now? That information was closely guarded and limited to myself and those who practice magic themselves. How could you know about the Game?”

seriously. seriously this is the laziest fucking writing i've seen in a long time i can't believe

But Yuliana could.

yeah right why should i believe it again