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218 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 1, 2024
I am a huge Lucifer/Satan fan. I was raised Christian, but I always really liked him, even before I knew I’m queer (as being older and online, I’ve realized many other queer people feel connected to him as well). I’ll read basically anything that portrays Lucifer in any way. Angels Before Man is one of my favorite books, and I’m in the process of writing a novel where Lucifer is the deuteragonist.
On the flip side, I have never been a Morgan Dante fan. Don’t think I’ve enjoyed even one of their books. I like their prose; it’s flowery, and fun to read. Their writing is good! Granted, I hate first person, and I hate present tense, and Morgan utilizes both, but a good book can make me look past those things. Unfortunately, Dante has yet to impress me. The premises of their novels always sound interesting, like something I’d enjoy; but their novels always end up being so boring. I was really holding onto the hope that I was going to enjoy this book, even if it was bullheaded by my bias towards Satan. Much to my disappointment, that was not the case.
The Saint of Heartbreak is not interesting. It’s a slog to read, and doesn’t really do anything particularly interesting with itself. It feels empty—a largely boring story with no real sense of direction. There was no point. The characters aren’t likable. I didn’t care about them. Judas is a one-dimensional teary-eyed idiot, and Satan was wishy-washy and inconcrete, like Dante couldn’t decide who he was supposed to be. The story focuses on their relationship, but they had no chemistry. There’s no buildup, either, I’m just told how their relationship progresses, rarely getting to witness it myself. I felt like they never spent any meaningful time together, never had any meaningful conversations, and every scene that attempted it fell flat. The side characters felt the same: boring characters I’m told have whatever which kind of relationship with whatever which person, but I’m just told that’s how it is, without any of it being displayed.
This book was, frankly, a waste of my time. If you’re a fan of Morgan Dante, I don’t doubt you’ll enjoy this book, but it just wasn’t for me. I will no longer be picking up Dante’s novels, but I wish them best in the future.
I was provided an e-ARC by the author in exchange for an honest review.
The wine on his tongue has soured, along with the truth. I know you love me, I know you’ll be the end of me, and I forgive you, I love you. Don’t hate yourself for this. Don’t hate me.
Judas, the saint of heartbreak. The saint of unfortunate decisions. Martyred without even Heaven as a consolation prize.
If only the Devil had someone to pray to. Judas is the closest thing to a saint he has
“He throws away all his ‘perfect' creations in time. You'll see, and you can remember the golden kingdom. You can remember my face, if I cannot see that oh-so-tender countenance myself when the butchery starts. We'll see what you think of sweet Father then."
I know how you feel, the Devil would say if he were welcome. Heaven killed everything I loved, too.
The Devil is God's traitor, messenger, instrument, and Judas is Yeshua's.
He is, after all, only good for being an instrument of grief. Is this all this is? Judas punishing himself by sleeping with the worst, most loathsome creature.
Father, Father, Yeshua wept. My God, My God, why have you forsaken me? To be loved by God is to be left.
Judas will be hated for centuries to come, the next one-thousand years, this man who made the wrong choice out of fear, out of love. Most might rejoice to be forever unforgotten, even in infamy. But he can see now from Judas' wide eyes, oh so bright and wrought, that these knives will skewer him again and again.
“…. what if the prophecies written in the old book are true, and I end up in the lake of fire forever?"
"I'll be there with you.”