I absolutely loved the beginning-of-the-world myth Harmon’s fantastical medieval kingdom was built from, which had an intriguing biblical base note. I loved the premise of an emotionally shuttered young woman fighting for her voice, wings and people. I also loved the final twist, even though it was not the most unpredictable development in the world. But something about Lark and Tiras’ relationship just left an uncomfortable aftertaste.
I have not seen this mentioned in other reviews (many of which were five-star), so maybe I have a very individual interpretation. Personally, I failed to see Tiras’ ‘love’ mature much from its possessive origins. Maybe Harmon thought the whole “I think I will keep you” thing was romantic. Maybe it could have been, in the right circumstances, with the right characters, and with the right context. But Tiras himself admitted that he had kidnapped and imprisoned Lark to “kill two birds with one stone” – (1) because he thought she could ‘cure’ him, and (2) to threaten her father into submission (and dissuade him from plotting too hard to steal his throne).
And he only continues to use her to keep Lord Corvyn in check and to help his army slaughter the Volgar. Even his lovemaking was at least initially to ensure there is an heir. Yes, he teaches her to read and shows some care and patience, but it far from negates how much he based Lark’s worth on her ability to protect his city. Love should never be the endgame, one must love for the right reasons. And I have a feeling Tiras’ were not the right reasons.
“You are a great use to me. I will put a child in your belly. A son who will be king.”
“Why do I have to be taught?”
“Because you said you know nothing about being a queen. Because I am king. And because it is your duty to please me.”
“You said I chose you because you are of use to me. And I did.”
Otherwise, I found the prose and pacing quite enjoyable; 350 pages was the perfect length. There were no frilly descriptions (the bane of fantasy literature), few sentences felt aesthetically pretentious (you know, those blunt sentences tacked onto the end of some observation or revelation that the author thinks sound ‘deep’ and ‘poetic’) and I was only tempted to skim a handful of passages. Deep-rooted hate and hysteria (likely inspired by the Salem witch trials) pervaded the atmosphere in an unusually adept demonstration of ‘showing, not telling’. While the plot was relatively straightforward and somewhat predictable (the typical a kingdom faces a mysterious threat and its king falls in love with its unlikely liberator concoction), Harmon’s particular blend of fantasy elements was fresh enough to make a quick, agreeable read.
Favourite quote: “Often-times, grass was more useful than gold. Man was more desirable than beast. Chance was more seductive than knowledge, and eternal life was completely meaningless without love.”