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320 pages, Paperback
First published October 6, 2020
Eli spent her entire life in under the thumb of the witches.![]()
"Eventually she would turn back into the parts that the witch had used to make her - a girl stitched together out of beetle shells and cranberries and a witch's greed."
"Your glory is my glory," said Eli dutifully. "My victory is your victory. I are a tool and I have value."Desperation drives her - she needs to please her witch "mother" and the council because there's the ever-living threat of being "unmade" - which means she'd be returned to her original parts (aka plants).
Eli had always known that she was a monster.Conflicted and worried, she's forced to accept a new target. She begins the hunt but the more she delves into this mission, the more she finds herself pulling away.
She was a star, a soul, a creature, and she wanted to drink the entire world.Ultimately, this book started well - like incredibly well.
This book is for you if… you fall in love first and foremost with the characters. It wasn't for me but I feel this might be exactly what some readers might need.
‘What’s the magic word?’ ‘I was trained to kill?’ ‘Good enough for me.'
"Your glory is my glory. My victory is your victory. I am a tool and I have value. The coven will honour us for our services."If I were to describe this book in a sentence it would be: It had potential!
She wasn't used to being stared at. She was a shadow, a nightmare, death in dark corners.
"I am going to pretend i understood that". said Cam.
Eventually she would turn back into the parts the witch had used to make her - a girl stitched together out of beetle shells and cranberries and a witch’s greed.Eli and her seven blades have never failed before but something goes wrong this time in the City of Ghosts, and she’s terrified of being unmade.
“What’s the magic word?”You know those photomosaic jigsaw puzzles where each piece is its own tiny picture, but when you finish the puzzle you see the big picture? That’s the image I get when I think about the world building in this book, except the big picture isn’t complete. It’s like I was given a bunch of beautiful, strange little pictures, some that read like poetry. However, I didn’t get enough of them to form an overall picture.
“I was trained to kill?”
“Good enough for me.”