A very good example of a phenomenal premise that was destroyed by poor execution. We get the promise of a fresh concept - magic based on man-made materials! Our protagonist has a lot of angst about being shunted off on the only available Folder in England, and with good reason: Folders aren't gla...
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from the publisher in return for an honest review.Emeryyyyyyyyyy...This whole series so far has included me on edge, groaning in anticipation for Emery and Ceony to make out. And the train scene..a smooch. JUST A SMOOCH.That aside, I enjoyed this sequel ...
I will not forget her face. None of the other faces are right. They’re all bad. I hate them, I hate them. CHAPTER 23 Franc comes after the storm, having taken shelter in a nearby home. The blacksmith’s apprentice, who also survived the marauders, lets us load Allemas into his wagon and drive him ...
The candle flickered. The door hinges creaked. “Ceony?” Emery asked, punctuating her name with a yawn. “What are you . . . Telegram?” Ceony didn’t answer. Her thoughts danced around her family’s home and down into the river that had swallowed a buggy and its driver whole, almost claiming Emery an...
Big Ben—the bell in the tall, pointed clock tower to the north—rang out nine o’clock. The great statue of Sir Ryan Walters gripping the reins of his frenzied warhorse stood proudly in the center of the square. Its detail was so infinitesimal that the statue looked ready to come alive on all sides...