The cheers and chants for me are alone music to my ears. There is no need for instruments, but a king must have them to accompany his saunter. My throne, my glorious throne, shines in splendor now. With every step it glows brighter, welcoming its king. Its gold glitters. Its purple velvet like an amethyst sparkling in the sun. The light from the throne fills the room, the cheers roar louder than ever. Giddy—I am simply giddy! My lips part into a grin—I cannot help it. My foot touches the red velvet dais. My throne. My throne. It is mine. It is mine. And these are my subjects. Mine. They will serve me well. I step up. I turn to face my people.
The voice. The queer voice.
The obnoxious, searing scream has returned louder and more obnoxious than before. My subjects—they are all a blur. All I hear is the queer gong of the shrill antagonizing voice. What is it? Where is it coming from? What does it say? All is starting to dim. All is going black. Yet the voice carries on. And before everything is no longer, I hear it speak hideously clear.
I love the Brumbletide series. This book, however, I found confusing as it switched from one thing to another so abruptly without any pointed explanation for who the chapter was about. I felt like I was on an ADHD rollercoaster and couldn’t find my way back to Brumbletide. I would not let this review discourage you from reading the series. It has really been a great journey through the rest of the books. This one just left me feeling lost and I really wanted to get back to Maggie!
More mythos is added to the world of Emily and Brumbletide as we see more of the backstory of the traitor and his conflict with Pippin. There is some good character development,great dialogue, and it left me feeling impatient for the inevitable conflict to come. A great read.