O daughters. You know how you can see a thing coming, like a steam train riding the only tracks in a lonely part of the plains? But still you stand there waiting. Waiting. Wait ing. And it hits you and you go, "CHRIST, I KNEW IT." And your pulse races and you are o so satisfied and o so surprised. That is this book and every promise made, broken and sold for scrap. It is delightful, a wild ride, and I would love to buy Jay K a beverage of his choice for how wonderful this ride was.
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Hands down, one of the best books I read in 2019, with a story that grips you by the heart with Kyrra's metal fist and squeezes. This was lovely, horrifying, intriguing and altogether a fantastic read. I was still reeling twenty-four hours after finishing the novel, hastily scribbling fever dream conspiracies and little dangling threads left unsolved on bits of paper. Someone get me red twine because I have a webbed map to weave. I'm going full Charlie Day over here. The author, Angela Boord , has quickly become a hero of mine. Managing to put to paper a story this complex, yet still tight and concise, while mothering NINE children has me in awe. I anxiously awaited the release of her short story turned novella, Smuggler's Fortune , and now cannot be bothered to cook, clean or engage with my family as I am busy eating up all that is Kyrra, Razi and Nibas. I should savor each word, take my time, as at this point the wait for Fool's Promise is only going to be painf