Power is much easier to acquire than it is to hold on to.
I don’t think there’s any combination of words that could accurately convey just how good this book is.
With a stage magician's flair for misdirection, Holly Black weaves a captivating spell with languorously descriptive writing—the atmosphere was so vividly imagined I felt like moss would just start appearing around me, and branches would just grow from any surface I looked at—breathtaking set pieces, engaging characters, and a gratifying emotional hook that will keep the pages whirring, ending this second installment with a spinning sense of history repeating itself and a cliffhanger that you might anticipate but only as a vague fear that might not come true if you didn’t think about it too hard.
I don’t think there’s any combination of words that could accurately convey just how good this book is.
With a stage magician's flair for misdirection, Holly Black weaves a captivating spell with languorously descriptive writing—the atmosphere was so vividly imagined I felt like moss would just start appearing around me, and branches would just grow from any surface I looked at—breathtaking set pieces, engaging characters, and a gratifying emotional hook that will keep the pages whirring, ending this second installment with a spinning sense of history repeating itself and a cliffhanger that you might anticipate but only as a vague fear that might not come true if you didn’t think about it too hard.