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352 pages, Hardcover
First published February 23, 2016
"Wishes have a way of twisting themselves, and there is nothing more dangerous than getting your heart's desire. The question is, are you willing to gamble? How much are you willing to lose? What are you willing to risk everything for?”
I am not allowed to hope. I am forbidden a wish of my own. And so I will not think of the world above, of the open sky, of the fresh air and the light of day.Holy smokes, this was great!
I will be lost, a myth, a dream. Trapped forever with myself in this prison of sand and magic. I cannot imagine a more terrifying doom. I thought I had resigned myself to this fate long ago, when it seemed no one would ever find me. Now I know this to be untrue, and that hope has pulsed deep within me like a dormant seed, waiting to flourish at the first sign of escape.
“You’re a—you’re a—”Heehee. And the genie herself is pretty bad-ass.
Say it, boy. Demon of fire. Monster of smoke. Devil of sand and ash. Servant of Nardukha, Daughter of Ambadya, the Nameless, the Faceless, the Limitless. Slave of the Lamp. Jinni.
“. . . a girl!” he finishes.
For a second, I can only blink at him
“I’ve heard the stories,” he says. “I’ve heard the songs. They call you the Fair Betrayer, who enchanted humans with your . . .” He pauses to swallow. “Your beauty. You promised them everything, and then you ruined them.”That's where the similarities to Aladdin ends.
A thousand and one replies vie for my tongue, but I swallow them all, bury them deep, deep in my smoky heart.
Letting out a long breath, I shrug one shoulder. “So what now? Will you toss me away? Bury me again?”
He laughs, a cold, sharp laugh. “Throw you away? When you can grant me three wishes? Would I throw away a bag of gold just because I found it in a pile of dung?”
For the first time I think about what comes after I win my freedom. For so long that’s been my single goal, but what happens next? Do I return to Ambadya, where they hate me? Do I stay in the human world, where they would destroy me if they knew what I was? I have nowhere to go to and no one to spend my freedom with, and for the first time I begin to wonder if that’s really freedom at all, or if I’m exchanging one prison for another.Aladdin is no longer a Disney prince. He is a charmer, at times a drunkard. He burns for revenge, yet is aware of his own weakness in obtaining it. He charms everyone with a vagina, and is an inveterate flirt. Yet I never found myself hating him. He's not an asshole. He's just who he is.
“Zahra, if I wished for someone to die, could you do it?”I also liked the fact that there are other female characters in this book! Such a thing is a rarity in YA fiction.
Outwardly, I am stone, but inside I rock like a stormy sea. I loathe this wish more than almost any other. It is cruel and cowardly, and I reevaluate this boy thief. There is a darkness in him I hadn’t seen.
"I sense the boy the moment he sets foot in the cave. For the first time in centuries, I stir. I am smoke in the lamp, and I curl and stretch, shaking off the lethargy of five hundred years."
“Get control of yourself, Zahra!It literally broke my fucking heart how beautiful this writing was.
My name isn’t Zahra. I am Smoke-on-the-Wind, Curl-of-the-Tiger’s-Tail, Girl-Who-Gives-the-Stars-Away.
He loves you!
He is just a mortal. Just a boy, a moment in time that will soon pass.
His name is Aladdin.
I have known a thousand and one like him. I will know a thousand and one more. He is nothing.
He is everything. ”
“You’re a—you’re a—”
Say it, boy. Demon of fire. Monster of smoke. Devil of sand and ash. Servant of Nardukha, Daughter of Ambadya, the Nameless, the Faceless, the Limitless. Slave of the Lamp. Jinni.
“. . . a girl!” he finishes.
For a second, I can only blink at him"
‘‘Even a thief may have honor, and even a jinni may have a heart.’’
“Right. Galley. Got it. I’ll ask the captain. What was his name?”My only regret is that the book had A SUBTLE REFERENCE TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE LEGENDS MOTHERFUCKINGI PIRATE LEGEND SINBAD BUT THERES NO SECOND BOOK IN SIGHT!!! Could've been so epic man *shaking my fucking head*
“Sinbad, I think?”
"We are adrift on a sea of moonlight sand, the silence as infinite as the space between the stars."
"This place is haunted by ghosts, and I am one of them."
"Wishes have a way of twisting themselves, and there is nothing more dangerous than getting your heart's desire. The question is, are you willing to gamble? How much are you willing to lose? What are you willing to risk everything for?"
"You're a- you're a-
Say it, boy. Demon of fire. Monster of smoke. Devil of sand and ash. Servant of Nardukha, Daughter of Ambadya, the Nameless, the Faceless, the Limitless. Slave of the Lamp. Jinni.
"... a girl! he finishes.
For a second, I can only blink at him, but I recover quickly."
"What did Caspida want?"
"To talk about elephants and dead queens."
"What? Really?"
"Oh, stop frowning. She asked about you too - what you're like, what kind of person you are. Don't worry." I pat his hand conspiratorially and smile. "I lied."
"We're in together, aren't we, Smoky?" He gives me a crooked, bemused smile.
"But... you're the Lampholder. Whatever you say goes. I don't have a choice."
He laughs, and I frown at him in surprise. "You think it's funny?" I ask.
"No! Sorry. I should probably say how awful it is you have to go wherever I want, but... When I look at you, I see a jinni who's not afraid to disagree with me. If I make a wish, you could use it to crush me. You've done it before, haven't you? Ruined your masters with their own wishes?"
I lift a shoulder in begrudging agreement."
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“I have no form,” I say, my voice shifting and multiplying, a dozen voices speaking at once. “I have no name. I am the Slave of the Lamp, and your will is my will. Your wishes are my commands.”
Sometimes, you can’t choose what happens to you, but you can choose who you become because of it.
“The things that were once sweet to me are now bitter. The sun is not half so bright. The stars seem dimmer. All this wealth and luxury feels meaningless. All the world is in your shadow, Zahra. I cannot help but see you when I close my eyes.”
“If you’re not free to love,” I whisper, “you’re not free at all.”
So this is what it feels like to have all your wishes come true.okay, not that I'm throwing a damp over you, but don't you think it's not so either in fictional stories or reality? Maybe it's just me, because as much as I love happy ending, I also expect it to end more...realistic. Perhaps the end will be perfect without this sentence.
“Love is a path lined with roses,” I say bitterly. “But it leads to a cliff’s edge, and all who follow it tumble to their doom. You will not find your happiness there."
“You loved before, and she was taken from you. Ever since, you’ve been afraid to love again. You insist you’re a monster because you’re afraid of being human.”
Aladdin stares at me for a long moment, then says softly, “When I was little, and the guards would come around and beat my father until he paid them off, my grandmother used to take me onto the roof of our house so I didn’t have to watch. I asked her why my father resisted the guards when they always won in the end. Why didn’t he just save himself the pain and pay them what they wanted? She told me that sometimes, you can’t choose what happens to you, but you can choose who you become because of it. That’s why my father fought back. He knew in the end, it wouldn’t change anything. But he wouldn’t let the circumstances control who he was.” His eyes turn stormy. “I always thought there’s no freedom in fighting back—just death. What’s the point of fighting for a lost cause? You’re like my father. You fight back.”
"My name," I stammer. "I mean... one of them. You can call me Zahra."
He turns around fully, his grin as wide and bright as the moon. "I'm Aladdin."
"As long as [the lamp] remains on Aladdin's person and as long as he remains alive, I am bound only by the invisible perimeter that surrounds the lamp. One hundred and forty-nine paces. I have measured it many, many times."
"All the world is in your shadow, Zahra. I cannot help but see you when I close my eyes."
The only evidence that there ever was a garden of wonders, the only testimony to the great city lost beneath the sand, is a single pale coin that lies on the surface, winking at the moon.
And, of course, there is me.
"If Parthenia is going to become the power it once was, we need a strong leader. Someone the people look up to. Someone they've inspired and respected for years. Not some weak prince from some far-off kingdom nobody has even heard of. These people will never follow you."
"I don't need anyone to follow me. They will follow her."
"Give me thy hand," said the Queen, "and let us be friends. For does not the poet say, one true-hearted friend is worth ten thousand camels laden with gold?"3.5 STARS
This the Jinni pondered, before replying, "The poet also says, woe to the man who befriends the jinn, for he shakes hands with death."
“You think some rabble with kitchen knives makes you a queen?”
Caspida glances back at the people, fighting tooth and nail against the better-equipped soldiers. “They're exactly what makes me a queen.”
I'm tired of living for the dead. I want to live for you.
I could spend the rest of my life discovering you.
You can't choose what happens to you but you can choose who you come because of it.
“Wish for her love, and I will deliver it to you”
“Then it wouldn’t be love”
“And what do you know about love?”
“That it must be a choice”
“Oh, my naïve thief, love is rarely a choice”
Unplanned buddy-read with my fellow Watchmaidens Kristalia and Katerina.
“Like all wishes, the Forbidden Wish comes at a price. My freedom must be bought with a death, a life paid in sacrifice."
Once upon a time in Agrabah lived a boy named Aladdin. He was a homeless thief who survived by stealing food. One day he was caught and brought to a palace where a sinister vizier Jafar made a proposition to him: retreat an old lamp from a dangerous land and Aladdin will live, or decline and he will die. Aladdin agreed and soon he found the lamp. But it turned out to be a magic lamp with a jinn inside, who could grant three wishes to anyone who possessed the lamp. And thus began a story of Aladdin who became a prince and fought evil vizier and won a princess' hand. Halt. This is not THE story this book is about. No. No. No. This one is about a boy Aladdin who doesn't care about noble endeavors and wants only revenge. He is bitter and a drunkard and a womanizer. He stole a ring from his enemy and it led him to an abandoned ancient city, where in ruins stood a lamp and in the lamp lived a jinn trapped there for the last five hundred years, waiting for its new master to arrive. But when Aladdin touched the lamp, not a monstrous creature of legends appeared in front him, but a fair maiden - beautiful and young. She promised Aladdin his desired revenge, but in secret she had her own agenda: to find a jinn prince in a palace, free him, and his father Nardukha - the most powerful jinn - will grand her freedom. But universe weaves her own threads and soon the story turns into a tale of woe about star-crossed lovers destined to be apart for eternity...
Characters
Aladdin. Not a Disney version of a well-known thief. Forget about cheerful, funny Aladdin, well, he is still funny, but darkness lurks inside him. No noble cause in this one, all he wants is revenge for his parents. And you know what? I absolutely get his anger and resentment: Aladdin's parents were killed in front of him and he watched as their heads were severed from bodies and put on a stake. A cruelty that cannot be forgotten or forgiven:His eyes are hard as diamonds, glittering in the starlight. A change passes over his face, and he suddenly seems older, harder, angrier. Like a cloud crossing the sun, so fleeting I nearly miss it, but it turns me cold.
“Zahra, if I wished for someone to die, could you do it?”
<...>There is a darkness in him I hadn’t seen.
Add to this drinking problems and womanizer habits - and we get this book's version of Aladdin. And he is absolutely irresistible!When Aladdin sets his heart on something—or someone—nothing can stop him from getting it. And when he does have it, he realizes it’s not what he wanted after all, and then something else will catch his eye, and off he goes again. Over and over. And here we are, the casualties.”
I looked with new eyes on a well-known character and saw something raw, uninhibited in him, something that makes him more human than imaginary character.“Well, I guess you don’t know me well enough,” says Aladdin darkly. “I’m not my father. I’m not some kind of rebel or leader. I took the job from Xaxos for the money, nothing else.”
ZahraDemon of fire. Monster of smoke. Devil of sand and ash. Servant of Nardukha, Daughter of Ambadya, the Nameless, the Faceless, the Limitless. Slave of the Lamp. Jinni.
I must admit, I was skeptical about jinni being a girl. From the annotation I knew she was going to be a love interest as well and it's hard to imagine an immortal creature made of smoke as someones lover. Oh boy, how wrong I was! Zahra is one of the best heroines I've read about. Her voice gave the book love, compassion, friendship - everything a real leaving breathing girl from flesh and bone can give. At times Zahra even felt more alive than people around her. She once was a 17 year-old girl and then she was turned into immortal jinni whose only purpose to serve her masters; she lived for 4 thousand years, she saw everything, and some part of her is broken under the pressure of world's cruelty."I am a jinni, Aladdin. Never think I am anything but heartless.”
“What would it take to make you believe, Zahra?”
“I have lived too long to believe in happiness.”
“You’ve been in that lamp too long. It’s curdled your heart. I think you do believe. I think you just don’t want to get hurt. You’re afraid.”
Yes, she is afraid to live, to dream, to hope. And still, if there's even one little hope for freedom, Zahra will seize it:Freedom.
It’s a dream I never dared to dream. I cannot even imagine what it would be like. Ever since I became jinn, I’ve been bound to my lamp. The concept is foreign, as distant and untouchable as the new moon behind its black veil. But for the first time, I feel hope. And I know I will do everything in my limited power to seize it.
And let me add that she has a cool shape-shifting powers and can turn into any creature she wants, but her favorite form is definitely cats: from kittens to wild tigers. Cute pets *giggles*
Romance.
A slow-burn, a silent desire that overtakes you when you least expect it. I loved the romance between Zahra and Aladdin. I loved every interaction between them, every dialog - they way they healed each other and gave hope to each other. At first their path was thorny and they were a means to an end for each other. “I’ve been chased, shot, cut, beaten, and dragged a hundred leagues in the blink of an eye.” He shrugs and offers me a hand. “I need a drink.”
This is how we can summarize their first few hours in each other company: not an inspiring time. But then, step by step, breath by breath, they are getting to know each other, and grudgingly friendship forms between them:When I look at you, I see a jinni who’s not afraid to tell me what she thinks. Who isn’t afraid to disagree with me. If I make a wish, you could use it to crush me. You’ve done it before, haven’t you? Ruined your masters with their own wishes?”
I lift a shoulder in begrudging agreement.
“I don’t think you’re as helpless as you want people to think.”
They make each other better.“I always thought there’s no freedom in fighting back—just death. What’s the point of fighting for a lost cause? You’re like my father. You fight back.”
“And you think I’m a fool for it?”
“No. I think . . . you’re brave.”
They are different, but we all well aware that opposites attract. Zahra is the last one to admit her feeling, because of her painful past:“Love is a path lined with roses,” I say bitterly. “But it leads to a cliff’s edge, and all who follow it tumble to their doom. You will not find your happiness there.”
But even she has limits and when these two come together... sparkles fly:Aladdin lifts a hand and passes it slowly over my palm, through the slender flame playing across my skin. The fire dances at his touch, and a shiver runs through me, making the hair on my neck stand on end, as if he’d run his fingers through my hair.
I meet his eyes, feeling the vibrations of the thunder outside echoing in my chest.
The way he looks at me—steady and silent, bold and bright—makes me feel as if the storm outside were trapped inside me, thunder and rain and light, rolling and crashing.
I don't know how anyone can fight such chemistry. Seriously!I feel shock splinter through him, his body going rigid. Then he relaxes, melting into me, stepping forward until I am caught between him and the wall, the torch crackling beside me. His hands slide down my back, over my hips and thighs, leaving a trail of fire. His heart beats fast enough for the both of us, its thunderous pulse echoing through me.
I bury my hands in his dark hair, fingers knotting around those thick locks. Desire pulls at my stomach, and I lean into him, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist. He lifts me, and my other leg coils around him, my skirts sliding up my thighs, my back pressed against the column.
His lips are soft and warm and gentle, underlined with barely restrained urgency. I cannot get enough of him.
I think I was always a goner for a star-crossed lovers, and in this book I caught myself thinking that there's no real chance for them to be together, I even accepted the possibility of an ending without a happy resolution. Jessica Khoury really made me worried for a while, not knowing what to expect in the end. Be ready for a lot of stress while reading the book.
He is the sun, and I am the moon. We must stay apart or the world will be thrown out of balance.
World-building. It may sound primitive, but: WOW, just WOW. The world author created is magical, beautiful, enchanting, mesmerizing. When I found out Jessica Khoury actually wrote the book about east, because it was her grandfather's homeland - this book became more precious to me, I am a goner for stories with such personal background. And, besides, reading the book we can see love pouring from every word and page. And let me explain you how detailed the jinn system in the book! We don't just have a simple mechanism: you own the lamp, you have three wishes - no, it's more complicated than that. If someone possesses a lamp, they have to keep it on their person, thus a special connection between jinn and his master appears. If someone else takes the lamp, they become a new master and the previous one does not held power over jinn until they posses the lamp again. Get it? A really well-thought through system we have here. Then there's a mechanism of granting wishes: in this book it described like a real hard work for jinn to create something, and not just from thin air: This much power is intoxicating. I can see the possibilities glowing on every surface of the world, the way a sculptor might see forms hidden in a block of stone. I can change it, mold it, melt it in whatever way I need to grant his wish. My hands itch to begin. My body hums with energy.
One more interesting detail: jinn communicate with each other differently than humans do:We jinn know one another by the patterns of our thoughts, the way humans use facial features. Our names are like the meaning behind names, sensations and images rather than words, communicated by thought and not voice.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that every wish has a price and even jinn are not aware what price it will be:“Every wish has a price, O Master. Seldom do you—or I—know what that price is, until it has already been paid. Perhaps you’ll wish for great wealth, only to find it stolen away by thieves. Perhaps you’ll wish for a mighty dragon to carry you through the sky, only to be devoured by it when you land. Wishes have a way of twisting themselves, and there is nothing more dangerous than getting your heart’s desire.
This book is also about women's rights. A long time ago there were queens who ruled their kingdoms fairly, and those prospered and has risen beyond imagination. But that was a long time ago, and now men rule and they don't see women as their equals:“Her mind has been poisoned. She spends too much time reading false histories of mythical queens and fancies herself one of them. Her arrogance and delusions are regrettable, but nothing the firm hand of a husband can’t fix.”
“You animal,” says Aladdin, dropping all pretense of amicability. “You speak as if she were your property. As if she were a horse or a dog to be trained.”
Darian shrugs one shoulder. “Horses. Dogs. Women. They all have their place, and when they try to upset the order, things fall into chaos. If we let queens rule the world, we’d all stay holed up in our palaces embroidering and gossiping.”
But still, a legacy from long forgotten past exists. A group of girls called Watchmaidens swore to protect their kingdom from any and all evils that will come to destroy their home:“Watchmaidens,” says the princess, looking at each of her girls in turn, her gaze finally settling on me. “Are you with me?” Khavar, her snake coiled tightly on her forearm, draws a short dagger and licks the blade, her eyes glinting with a feral light. “In victory or death, I will be at your side, sister.”
“And I,” the others echo.
Can I join you, girls? You inspire a girl-warrior in me!
The ending (slight spoilers ahead; if you haven't read the book, you may better skip this part) I liked it, I really did, but, still, something wouldn't let me live happily ever after with characters. I want to smack myself soundly on the head for being such a capricious brat, but agh!
Finally, my lingering tale has come to an end. I am sorry if it was too long of a review, but I couldn't help it: I liked the book that much, I needed to pour all my feelings and thoughts on the paper (in this case on computer's display). And don't forget that this book is a stand-alone without a love triangle! A rare beast in YA these days! I invoke you to read this book and to learn the magic of the east, love, friendship, humor; to travel with its characters and to look through universe's eyes and find your own answers to eternal questions this book touches: What are we? Can we fight our destiny? Can we love without fear? And most important one: can we win in the end?
“Love is a path lined with roses,” I say bitterly. “But it leads to a cliff’s edge, and all who follow it tumble to their doom.”
“Every wish has a price, O Master. Seldom do you—or I—know what that price is, until it has already been paid. Perhaps you’ll wish for great wealth, only to find it stolen away by thieves. Perhaps you’ll wish for a mighty dragon to carry you through the sky, only to be devoured by it when you land. Wishes have a way of twisting themselves, and there is nothing more dangerous than getting your heart’s desire. The question is, are you willing to gamble? How much are you willing to lose? What are you willing to risk everything for?”
“Turning to face him, I lean in and whisper, “Wish for her love, and I will deliver it to you.”
He smiles grimly. “Then it wouldn’t be love.”
“And what do you know of love?”
“That it must be a choice.”
“Oh, my naïve thief.” I pause briefly to meet his gaze. “Love is rarely a choice.”
“There is only one thing more numerous than the stars,” I say,
looking up to the heavens. “And that is the darkness that holds them.”