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517 pages, Hardcover
First published November 6, 2012
This is the best sequel I have ever read.The first book was great ,but this one...perfection.Everything fits amazing,the characters had a truly development,they are perfectly explained and described,the background is smoky cool,and antique.The story is mind blowing,written so smart.There were some moments I was speechless,like what just happened.
“Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love and dared to imagine a new way of living—one without massacres and torn throats and bonfires of the fallen, without revenants or bastard armies or children ripped from their mothers’ arms to take their turn in the killing and dying.
Once, the lovers lay entwined in the moon’s secret temple and dreamed of a world that was a like a jewel-box without a jewel—a paradise waiting for them to find it and fill it with their happiness.
This was not that world.”
The writing style as in the first book was classic and unique.It is what makes this book ever more special.The author has this way of twisting words.Confusing sometimes but it is so beautiful to read.
“A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.”
There are some moments that got me,left me mouth opened like the scene with the white wolf and Karou in the court.They way Thiago turned the case on his side was mind blowing and so smart.
Also the scene with Karou and Akiva and Thiago in the same room and the scene after that was awesome.I don't even know how the author came with that idea.It was brilliant and wise!
“I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.”
What I can't get are the thoughts of Karou toward Akiva.Yes I know her family had died because of the angels but he was not the one to blame.Not alone.And yes he had broken the promise but he thought she was dead,and she would have done the same if she was in his shoes!
“Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength. You don't have to be ashamed.”
Also one of the hardest moments was when Hazael died.He was my favorite character.Such a cool person!
“Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.”
And I would love if the author would write more about Mik and Zuzanna.Maybe a whole book just for them.The perfectly fit together and the coversations between them are so funny with dirty jokes and all that stuff.
“It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.”
The ending was hilarious and unexpected.The epilogue was beyond perfect and there was also a cliff.
This book follows the story of the first one.Now Karou left with only with rage decides to worth with her kind to help them fight the angels.In the other side Akiva looks for her everywhere and he doubts she may be dead.So the both sides prepare for the war,angels with the their king,and the chimaera with the white wolf. Karou is at her home now doing her job but is she really fighting the right enemy?
“What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?”
In this book you can see a different side of Karou,a darker one.After what happened in the book,she has lost her ability to love.But behind her emotionless self she is still the girl who cared and loved.
We can also see a different side of Akiva in this one.He is still the tough,smart angel and you could feel this need of lost love and its pain.Because there are a lot of emotion moments including Akiva we could spot some of his other qualities.
“Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love and dared to imagine a new way of living—one without massacres and torn throats and bonfires of the fallen, without revenants or bastard armies or children ripped from their mothers’ arms to take their turn in the killing and dying.
Once, the lovers lay entwined in the moon’s secret temple and dreamed of a world that was a like a jewel-box without a jewel—a paradise waiting for them to find it and fill it with their happiness.
This was not that world.”
I highly recommend this book to all the readers.Read the first one first.And I'm looking forward to read the last one.I heard it is even better!
Once upon a time,
an angel and a devil held a wishbone between them.
And it's snap split the world in two.
Once upon a time, the sky knew
the weight of angel armies on the move,
and the wind blew infernal
with the fire of their wings.
"A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all."It's not often that a sequel is stronger than it predecessor, but it's the case here. Laini Taylor unflinchingly minimized the wonder and cuteness and romance and instead focused on creating a rich landscape devastated by war, and characters wounded and scarred by it, and yet caught in the relentless cycle of violence which breeds more of the same.
"In the cycle of slaughter, reprisal begat reprisal, forever."Karou is hardly recognizable as the spunky blue-haired girl full of vitality that we came to love. She lost everything she held dear and permanent in her life, and is barely a shell of her old self, consumed by regret and shame and guilt which, honestly, she really does not deserve (and the frequently annoying in its persistent cheerfullness presence of Zuzana is a painful reminder of how different Karou's life has become).
"Be your own place of safety, she told herself, straightening. No crossbar in the world could protect her from what lay ahead, and neither could a tiny knife ticked in her boot - though there her tiny knife would most certainly remain - and neither could a man, not even Akiva. She had to be her own strength, complete unto herself."Karou - resourceful, strong, level-headed, self-sufficient - you are still welcome to join my literary BFFs circle. Really.
We think if someone kills someone, you go to prison, that’s murder. You kill ten people, you go to Texas, they hit you with a brick – that’s what they do. Twenty people, you go to a hospital, they look at you though a small window forever. And, over that, we can’t deal with it. Someone who’s killed a hundred thousand people . . . we’re almost going, ‘Well done! You killed a hundred thousand people? You must get up very early in the morning! I can’t even get down to the gym.’
“What is it about you?” she had asked him recently. “I almost never like people, even in tiny doses. But I never get tired of being with you.”
“It's my superpower,” he had said. “Extreme be-with-able-ness.”
“A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.”