May 4, 2021
I present to you: a tale of questionable consent, bAd BoYs with amber eyes, and foreshadowing so terrible I predicted every plot twist.
Otherwise known as From Mud and Trash.
This book was so bad that I made a whole photo album for the screenshots of “excuse me?” moments. There are 122 photos in total. *faith in literature flies out the window*
From Blood and Ash follows the Maiden, a girl named Poppy who is fated to Ascend soon. She isn’t allowed to speak to or touch anyone but a select few. But a mysterious man named Hawke becomes her guard, and when attacks from supernatural creatures become more common, she is forced to trust him.
I’ve seen a lot of people compare this book to Sarah J. Maas’s works. I would like to argue that it doesn’t deserve to be compared to SJM. Unlike SJM’s books, FBAA has no discussions about mental health and trauma. Poppy and Hawke barely get to know each other. They have some bOnD because of a shared loss in their family, but that’s pretty much it. All they do is simmer in angst and “i’M nOt MeAnT tO bE WiTh YoU” and then have some forbidden make-out sessions.
Can Poppy get any more stupid? She’s the most idiotic MC I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading about. Besides that, she’s supposed to be sheltered. She’s not allowed to talk to anyone. But I never felt that in her character. She speaks in slang and swears. She seems to have adequate social skills. She’s not very surprised when she ventures out of the building she’s lived in for her entire life. It didn’t feel real to me. It felt like a cheap plot device used to cause cheesy angst and tension.
She really, really wants us to remember that she is the Maiden. I can’t count the number of times she said this to herself: “I am the Maiden. The Chosen.”
She giggles and shudders so much, I can’t even. She protests that she doesn’t want to Ascend, even though in the beginning it seems like a pretty good deal. She’s stubborn for no reason. Her only real personality trait is being good with weapons. That’s it. She only has agency and incentive when she’s holding her speshul dagger.
Need I mention that her full name is Penellaphe Balfour.
Who named this child?
This is abuse.
Poppy keeps insisting she’s not beautiful because she has scars and her eyes and mouth “seemed too large for [her] face.” Miss girl, have you seen your fanart? When I saw those scars, I thought they were a couple of strands of hair on my screen and tried to brush them away. And then I realized they were your scars. Why are you complaining about having big eyes?
Also, she has a token Black best friend named…
Tawny.
*muffled laughing turns to crying*
This book relies on the author telling us explicitly what we should like about Poppy in long monologues from Hawke. She’s kind, she’s considerate, she’s deadly, she’s intriguing, she’s violent, she’s selfless. Blah blah blah. Show me, don’t tell me.
Speaking of Hawke…
I’m disgusted with him. I’m really, really disgusted. I hate this man so much.
Dear people who swoon over Hawke:
Are you okay? No, really. Are you good? Please explain to me why you love him so much. Is it his aMbEr eyes with GoLdEn flecks? Is it his rAKiSh dark hair? Is it his tendency to ignore Poppy’s wishes and insist that she likes whatever he does to her?
I’m so tired. I’m tired of Hawke insisting Poppy likes it when he calls her Princess, even when she’s clearly stated that she doesn’t. I’m tired of Hawke sexualizing everything and turning important moments into cheap opportunities for him to say something dirty. I’m tired of Hawke refusing to get off Poppy when she asks him too. Poppy deserves better. I ship her with a therapy rock. They would be a great match.
He goes on to nickname her Princess, which is the stupidest nickname I’ve ever heard. It originated because he said that Poppy asking him to get off her was somehow too demanding and spoiled, so he called her Princess and refused to stop.
There was a scene where he didn’t make some sexual comment like he usually does and Poppy’s inner thoughts were screaming “hE’s So PoLiTe!!”
I mean, maybe she doesn’t have any standards because he’s literally the first man she’s ever really talked to, but still.
Also, he has amber eyes. dON’T FORGET.
I typed this review on a document, and I had an entire page of unnecessary golden eye descriptions. There were about twenty examples. But it didn’t fit in the review box, so enjoy this sample.
JLA also doesn’t want you to forget how handsome he is. As Poppy reminds us literally every time Hawke walks into the room.
Every.
Single.
Time.
The romance is a wannabe Jurdan. It fails. It’s based entirely on Hawke’s interest in how “unexpected” Poppy is, plus the utter lack of consent that disturbs me.
Where is the chemistry? It’s nonexistent. The only reason he’s attracted to her is because she’s so iNtRiGuiNg.
Yes, we get it.
Really?
Are you kidding me?
You have hardly talked.
It’s been maybe a month. He has abused you and essentially forced himself on you.
*smiles through the tears*
The bar was so low.
I just love how Poppy is willing to give up her entire future for her first kiss.
At one point, there was a massacre happening, and Hawke and Poppy were doing their little romantic tension thing where he saved her and they were in a cOmProMiSiNg pOsiTiOn. It was awful.
I couldn’t even enjoy this book as a guilty pleasure, it was just that bad. The writing was terrible—some of the worst of any fantasy book I’ve read. Ellipses were abused terribly. Commas were added in random places that made no sense. The foreshadowing was especially horrific, but I’ll get to that in the spoilery section.
That terrible, terrible, terrible sentence is basically the quality of the rest of the writing in this book. When I reached this sentence, I had to drop my phone and have a very long talk with myself about what I was doing with my life.
I...I don’t think...this writing is...is very good…
Ah, finally. Some self-awareness.
I fAiLeD yOu aS A mAn
And then Poppy starts crying in the middle of the battle. Girl, that is literally his job. He’s a guard. That’s what he’s supposed to do.
NOT THE “FREAKING”-
Ma’am, this is not 2021.
The modern language annoyed me so much. “Okay,” “guy,” “weird,” “wow,” et cetera. What era is this supposed to be? Poppy talks like a middle-aged person pretending to be a teenager.
There were extremely long infodumps through conversation that felt juvenile and amateur and lazy. Maybe worldbuilding should be incorporated naturally, rather than forced on us all at once. Maybe there should be some depth to the culture. But no. Are you seriously telling me we got all those infodumps about things that don’t matter and JLA can’t even bother to explain what the Rite is?
The worldbuilding was very inconsistent. The culture was barely formed at all, and the landscape was basically not there. It was so uninspired and dull; just the bare minimum needed to call it fantasy. There were vampires and werewolves and an abusive romance, so it was basically Twilight on steroids. Except the vampires were called Craven or vamprys (don’t ask me the difference between the two because I don’t know), and the werewolves were called wolven. *unimpressed*
The magic system was vague, and not in a soft magic way. Some books can pull off vagueness. It just adds to the aesthetic. But not here. Some magical elements of the plot were strange. If the Ascended are taking so many children, then how is there still a workforce and a thriving population? Why isn’t anyone questioning them?
There’s only so much I can talk about without including spoilers. It only gets worse from here.
🚨SPOILERS AHEAD—BUT REALLY, DID ANYONE NOT GUESS THE PLOT TWIST?🚨
If one more YA love interest turns out to be a secret prince, I will give up young adult fantasy.
Oh, and Hawke is actually a 200-year-old crusty musty dusty prince who has the maturity of a teenage boy only just discovering that girls exist. Is this not creepy? This guy is a whole lot older than my grandpa, and he’s also the first man Poppy has really met. And he thinks this is somehow a good idea.
😃creep😃vibes😃
Anyway.
I predicted literally every plot twist. The foreshadowing was so heavy-handed and obvious. It followed the typical YA fantasy structure.

*slow clapping*
Put two and two together, Penellaphe.
hmmMMMMMM
There was a scene where a character was found murdered with the cane he used to beat Poppy with. Hawke was one of the only ones who knew about this. Above his corpse was the Dark One’s motto written in blood. I wonder who the Dark One is. I wonder…
*scratches head* I wonder what this means.
Yes, so weird.

Ha ha ha.
Poppy is not like other girls because she has fewer brain cells.
🚨spoilers have ended🚨
In conclusion, I absolutely ADORE this book! 😍
It’s probably my favorite book of ALL TIME! 💕
I TOTALLY didn’t lose faith in YA fantasy because of this! 😀
0.01 stars
Buddy read with Lucy, Erin, and Lia. We suffered 😃
Otherwise known as From Mud and Trash.
This book was so bad that I made a whole photo album for the screenshots of “excuse me?” moments. There are 122 photos in total. *faith in literature flies out the window*
From Blood and Ash follows the Maiden, a girl named Poppy who is fated to Ascend soon. She isn’t allowed to speak to or touch anyone but a select few. But a mysterious man named Hawke becomes her guard, and when attacks from supernatural creatures become more common, she is forced to trust him.
I’ve seen a lot of people compare this book to Sarah J. Maas’s works. I would like to argue that it doesn’t deserve to be compared to SJM. Unlike SJM’s books, FBAA has no discussions about mental health and trauma. Poppy and Hawke barely get to know each other. They have some bOnD because of a shared loss in their family, but that’s pretty much it. All they do is simmer in angst and “i’M nOt MeAnT tO bE WiTh YoU” and then have some forbidden make-out sessions.
Can Poppy get any more stupid? She’s the most idiotic MC I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading about. Besides that, she’s supposed to be sheltered. She’s not allowed to talk to anyone. But I never felt that in her character. She speaks in slang and swears. She seems to have adequate social skills. She’s not very surprised when she ventures out of the building she’s lived in for her entire life. It didn’t feel real to me. It felt like a cheap plot device used to cause cheesy angst and tension.
She really, really wants us to remember that she is the Maiden. I can’t count the number of times she said this to herself: “I am the Maiden. The Chosen.”
She giggles and shudders so much, I can’t even. She protests that she doesn’t want to Ascend, even though in the beginning it seems like a pretty good deal. She’s stubborn for no reason. Her only real personality trait is being good with weapons. That’s it. She only has agency and incentive when she’s holding her speshul dagger.
Need I mention that her full name is Penellaphe Balfour.
Who named this child?
This is abuse.
Poppy keeps insisting she’s not beautiful because she has scars and her eyes and mouth “seemed too large for [her] face.” Miss girl, have you seen your fanart? When I saw those scars, I thought they were a couple of strands of hair on my screen and tried to brush them away. And then I realized they were your scars. Why are you complaining about having big eyes?
Also, she has a token Black best friend named…
Tawny.
*muffled laughing turns to crying*
This book relies on the author telling us explicitly what we should like about Poppy in long monologues from Hawke. She’s kind, she’s considerate, she’s deadly, she’s intriguing, she’s violent, she’s selfless. Blah blah blah. Show me, don’t tell me.
Speaking of Hawke…
I’m disgusted with him. I’m really, really disgusted. I hate this man so much.
Dear people who swoon over Hawke:
Are you okay? No, really. Are you good? Please explain to me why you love him so much. Is it his aMbEr eyes with GoLdEn flecks? Is it his rAKiSh dark hair? Is it his tendency to ignore Poppy’s wishes and insist that she likes whatever he does to her?
I’m so tired. I’m tired of Hawke insisting Poppy likes it when he calls her Princess, even when she’s clearly stated that she doesn’t. I’m tired of Hawke sexualizing everything and turning important moments into cheap opportunities for him to say something dirty. I’m tired of Hawke refusing to get off Poppy when she asks him too. Poppy deserves better. I ship her with a therapy rock. They would be a great match.
"You really should move,” I told him.
“I’m quite comfortable where I am,” he added.
“Well, I’m not.”
“This is inappropriate.”
“Then why?”
“Why? Because I wanted to.”
I blinked once and then twice. “And what if I didn’t want to?”
He goes on to nickname her Princess, which is the stupidest nickname I’ve ever heard. It originated because he said that Poppy asking him to get off her was somehow too demanding and spoiled, so he called her Princess and refused to stop.
"After you, Princess.”
I turned, eyes narrowing as he stepped aside. “You need to stop calling me that.”
“But I like it.”
“But I don’t.”
“That’s a lie."
There was a scene where he didn’t make some sexual comment like he usually does and Poppy’s inner thoughts were screaming “hE’s So PoLiTe!!”
I mean, maybe she doesn’t have any standards because he’s literally the first man she’s ever really talked to, but still.
”You’re not being very nice, but at least you’re talking. That’s progress.”
“I’m not being mean,” I shot back. “I just don’t like to be called [Princess].”
“Uh huh.”
Also, he has amber eyes. dON’T FORGET.
I typed this review on a document, and I had an entire page of unnecessary golden eye descriptions. There were about twenty examples. But it didn’t fit in the review box, so enjoy this sample.
He was staring down at me with eyes so bright, they looked like the gods had polished the amber themselves and placed them there.
The hue of his eyes seemed to deepen to a striking amber color.
He chuckled in response, eyes reminding me of pools of warm honey.
When I still did nothing, his eyes shifted to a fierce, burning amber.
Those amber eyes turned luminous, filling with a golden fire.
His eyes...the honey hue churned, swirling with brighter, golden flecks.
JLA also doesn’t want you to forget how handsome he is. As Poppy reminds us literally every time Hawke walks into the room.
Every.
Single.
Time.
I threw the dagger directly at his annoying handsome face.
The sunlight almost seemed drawn to him, caressing his cheekbones and brow like a lover. His profile was flawless, the line of his jaw as chiseled as the statues that adorned the garden.
Inky blood dotted his broad, high cheekbones and the straight line of his jaw. His wide, expressive lips were parted as if he were only able to take the thinnest breath.
Why did he have to have such a...charming grin?
His face was so strikingly pieced together. From the wide set of his lips, the upward slant of his eyebrows, to the shadowy hollows under his high, broad cheekbones, he could’ve been the muse for the paintings that hung in the city’s Atheneum.
Hawke looked like I imagined one of the gods waiting in the Temple.
I got a little lost in that dimple in Hawke’s right cheek.
The romance is a wannabe Jurdan. It fails. It’s based entirely on Hawke’s interest in how “unexpected” Poppy is, plus the utter lack of consent that disturbs me.
”None of them intrigue me. You do.”
Where is the chemistry? It’s nonexistent. The only reason he’s attracted to her is because she’s so iNtRiGuiNg.
”You are utterly nothing like I expected.”
“You’re so damn unexpected.”
Yes, we get it.
I loved him. I was in love with him.
Really?
Are you kidding me?
You have hardly talked.
It’s been maybe a month. He has abused you and essentially forced himself on you.
*smiles through the tears*
The bar was so low.
I just love how Poppy is willing to give up her entire future for her first kiss.
At one point, there was a massacre happening, and Hawke and Poppy were doing their little romantic tension thing where he saved her and they were in a cOmProMiSiNg pOsiTiOn. It was awful.
I couldn’t even enjoy this book as a guilty pleasure, it was just that bad. The writing was terrible—some of the worst of any fantasy book I’ve read. Ellipses were abused terribly. Commas were added in random places that made no sense. The foreshadowing was especially horrific, but I’ll get to that in the spoilery section.
Spitting out a curse that Vikter would’ve turned red at, and Rylan would’ve...he would’ve smiled at if he were still here, I picked up speed and then dipped.
That terrible, terrible, terrible sentence is basically the quality of the rest of the writing in this book. When I reached this sentence, I had to drop my phone and have a very long talk with myself about what I was doing with my life.
Tonight was about living, about...not being up all night, unable to sleep, alone and feeling like...like I had no control, no...no idea of who I was other than what I was.
I...I don’t think...this writing is...is very good…
I was so incredibly...stupid.
Ah, finally. Some self-awareness.
”I...didn’t. I...failed you...as a man.”
I fAiLeD yOu aS A mAn
This guard had sacrificed himself. This unnamed, unknown man had chosen death over allowing the Craven to reach the other side of the Rise.
And then Poppy starts crying in the middle of the battle. Girl, that is literally his job. He’s a guard. That’s what he’s supposed to do.
It was so freaking irritating how correct he was.
NOT THE “FREAKING”-
Ma’am, this is not 2021.
The modern language annoyed me so much. “Okay,” “guy,” “weird,” “wow,” et cetera. What era is this supposed to be? Poppy talks like a middle-aged person pretending to be a teenager.
There were extremely long infodumps through conversation that felt juvenile and amateur and lazy. Maybe worldbuilding should be incorporated naturally, rather than forced on us all at once. Maybe there should be some depth to the culture. But no. Are you seriously telling me we got all those infodumps about things that don’t matter and JLA can’t even bother to explain what the Rite is?
The worldbuilding was very inconsistent. The culture was barely formed at all, and the landscape was basically not there. It was so uninspired and dull; just the bare minimum needed to call it fantasy. There were vampires and werewolves and an abusive romance, so it was basically Twilight on steroids. Except the vampires were called Craven or vamprys (don’t ask me the difference between the two because I don’t know), and the werewolves were called wolven. *unimpressed*
The magic system was vague, and not in a soft magic way. Some books can pull off vagueness. It just adds to the aesthetic. But not here. Some magical elements of the plot were strange. If the Ascended are taking so many children, then how is there still a workforce and a thriving population? Why isn’t anyone questioning them?
There’s only so much I can talk about without including spoilers. It only gets worse from here.
🚨SPOILERS AHEAD—BUT REALLY, DID ANYONE NOT GUESS THE PLOT TWIST?🚨
If one more YA love interest turns out to be a secret prince, I will give up young adult fantasy.
Oh, and Hawke is actually a 200-year-old crusty musty dusty prince who has the maturity of a teenage boy only just discovering that girls exist. Is this not creepy? This guy is a whole lot older than my grandpa, and he’s also the first man Poppy has really met. And he thinks this is somehow a good idea.
😃creep😃vibes😃
Anyway.
I predicted literally every plot twist. The foreshadowing was so heavy-handed and obvious. It followed the typical YA fantasy structure.
Girls meets brooding, mysterious boy with special eyes. Boy is, in fact, a speshul prince of a speshul kingdom. Boy is technically her enemy. Boy is actually immortal and super old. Girl is still a teenager but it’s okay. Boy and girl get married anyway. The end.

”What...what if he was actually here?” Loren gave a delicate shudder. “In the city now? What if that was how he gained access to Castle Teerman?” Her eyes lit up. “Befriended someone here or perhaps even poor Malessa.”
*slow clapping*
”You sound so many years older than what you appear.”
Put two and two together, Penellaphe.
”It was a long time ago, though.”
“A long time ago? When you were what? A child?” I asked, knowing that he couldn’t be more than a handful of years older than I was, despite the way he made it sound as if it were an eternity ago.
hmmMMMMMM
There was a scene where a character was found murdered with the cane he used to beat Poppy with. Hawke was one of the only ones who knew about this. Above his corpse was the Dark One’s motto written in blood. I wonder who the Dark One is. I wonder…
”You haven’t met enough people, then.”
“I have met too many.”
*scratches head* I wonder what this means.
It was so weird how he sometimes talked as if he’d lived dozens of years longer than I was sure he had.
Yes, so weird.
He kissed me, and my skin heated at his flavor, the taste of me and those strangely sharp teeth of his.

”Yeah, well, I can’t take it out on the Prince, now can I?’ Jericho said, and I frowned, having thought it had been Hawke who’d taken his hand.
Ha ha ha.
Poppy is not like other girls because she has fewer brain cells.
🚨spoilers have ended🚨
In conclusion, I absolutely ADORE this book! 😍
It’s probably my favorite book of ALL TIME! 💕
I TOTALLY didn’t lose faith in YA fantasy because of this! 😀
0.01 stars
Buddy read with Lucy, Erin, and Lia. We suffered 😃