Again, I lead with a full confession, followed by a somewhat startling revelation. This book is proudly grimdark, a genre I don’t normally seek out. I get enough darkness and despair just opening my eyes and navigating a normal day. Prior to this, I have only read a couple of others in this genre, and they served to confirm my rather blanket assumption of what grimdark was—not that there isn’t an audience for these kinds of stories. So, imagine my surprise when I discover that this is nothing short of a classic love story—set in a grimdark world, for sure, but fairly comparable to the Shakespearean tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, and in a very good way.
Yamay was never intended to survive her own birth into her realm of darkness. The Dharkeri are gifted with the ability to harness electricity and discharge it at will, or at least as well as individual skill permits, and Yamay is extraordinary in this respect. The illegitimate daughter of a disreputable underworld slag who tends to barter her sexual favors as currency, Yamay quickly learns to steal what she needs to survive as well as to contribute to the only family she has ever known. This family consists of a dimwitted dullard half-brother named Darin (…I pause for a lengthy scowl…) and the aforementioned uncaring mother, whose previous sins are about to change Yamay’s destiny forever. When Drayker, the warden of the cities of the West, comes to collect a long-overdue debt from Yamay’s mother, Yamay is offered as a sacrifice by the woman to save her own skin, despite the fact that Yamay isn’t of legal age to bond with a mate. Captivated by Yamay’s beauty and fiery spirit, Drayker accepts the offer, knowing full well how to obfuscate Dharkeri laws and customs to keep Yamay as his bride.
That is, once he’s broken her spirit.
It’s a task far easier said than done, and Yamay is subjected to merciless beatings and torture to wear her down. Over time, Yamay learns to play to Drayker’s ego and build a tenuous trust, always looking for a way out of the prison life she’s been traded into. One night, while passing time in Drayker’s elaborate garden maze, a voice beckons to her, drawing her to a secret portal to another world. She soon discovers another realm, one she always discounted as legend, where the Lihtari rule and the citizens live aboveground. The two factions have been sworn enemies as far as the legends go back, but once Yamay meets Prince Garan, first in line for the throne of his province, it is practically love at first sight. The two begin to question everything they have ever been taught about the rift between races in a desperate attempt to find a way to be together.
Haley Anna Marie has created a wonderfully disparate cast of characters to navigate the proceedings in her exceedingly grim fairy tale, with a heroine who is furiously bada** and unrepentant, and a hero who is willing to take her at face value, regardless of what legend has pounded into his head. Drayker is written as a three-dimensional villain, showing tenderness and real affection for Yamay when he’s not raging like a lunatic with childlike bursts of temper and violence, fueled by possessiveness and jealousy. His unpredictability makes him far more fearsome than some cardboard cartoon foe.
The story unfolds along a parallel track from both Yamay’s perspective as well as Garan’s, moving along at a steady clip with lots of action and surprising twists until it reaches its unexpected and satisfying conclusion. The only quibble I had, and it’s a small one, was the frequency with which the word “smirk” (or any variation of it) was used. Midway through the book, its mention became a drinking game, and fairly soon, I lost half a week and shaved one of my eyebrows off. 🙁
Still, I have to give Haley credit. She redefined grimdark for me, making me appreciate the genre in a way I hadn’t considered, and it served as a reminder that all books should be approached with an open mind. Otherwise, you may never know what you’re missing.
This is the first in a projected six-book series, and I look forward to reading more.