“But we have been conditioned to obey authority in subtle manners, Zoya. You would be surprised at how very few actually speak up in the face of injustice.”
But have literally forgotten the entire plot. That usually means it was a solid 3.
3 stars.
“But we have been conditioned to obey authority in subtle manners, Zoya. You would be surprised at how very few actually speak up in the face of injustice.”
And of course if you do manage to weasel your way out of the deal, the villain needs to be all honourable and stick to their side of the deal. Just like, well, real bad guys would never do.“Of course you can, mortal girl,” he said over his shoulder, as if I was the one being a fool. “A power claimed and challenged and thrice carried out is true; the proving makes it so.”
"Well?" he demanded, hoarse and irritated, and it was him. "We can't do this for long, whatever you are doing. I can't have my attention divided.When she decides to actually just go to his bedchamber, his reaction is:
"Listen, you impossible creature," he said, "I'm a century and more older than-After the climatic ending, he doesn't even bother sending her a note, or expressing any form of concern for her mental or physical wellbeing:
Sarkan hadn't come back. I didn't know if he'd ever come back. I heard fourth- or fifth-hand that he was still in the capital, setting things right, but he hadn't written.This isn't a relationship that starts out antagonistic and gradually grows more loving and respectful. It's abusive and shallow the whole time, with a sex scene in the middle. It feels very Stockholm-syndrome. It would have made for far better reading for Sarkan to make some advances and Agnieszka turn him down like the powerful witch she is, further strengthening her character.
Eventually surviving isn't enough, and leads to a almost-suicidal mission to seek out new people. This leads to a love story, and finishes with an action novel, which are all in stark contrast to the lonely reflective passages.This was our ritual while we waited for our lives to truly begin and I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo. I don’t know why. Is it because we are so unsure, so tentative and waiting? Like it needs that much room, that much space to expand. The not knowing anything really, the hoping, the aching transience: This is not real, not really, and so we let it alone, let it unfold lightly. Those times that can fly.
3.5 starsWatch anyone enter their arena of real mastery and you see it, the growing bigger than themselves.