When I tell you every fibre of my being wanted to love this book unabashedly… I love cosy fantasy, swoon-worthy romance, comfortably familiar tropes and, best of all, a trans MC in a queer-normative world.
And that’s what I did enjoy: I loved that Silvyr just happens to be a trans man, someone seen for who he is, desired for who he is, loved for who he is, with barely a blink of an eye from the characters around him. There’s always space for stories about the trans struggle, but it’s lovely to read a cosy fantasy where the character just is. Silvyr is insecure, haughty, naïve, beautiful, thoughtful, sexy - never reduced to just his gender. And seeing trans bodies presented in spicy scenes is always awesome.
On top of that, there are some lovely moments. If you like cosy romantasy, this is right up that alley. From Silvyr’s love of flowers, to dreamy descriptions of the orc town, to some genuinely tender moments of romance (think: sitting on a kitchen counter while your love interest cooks a hearty dinner, or lounging in front of a crackling fire).
Then there’s, regrettably, the grammar and spelling. I’m forgiving of the occasional mistake in any book, and especially so in self-published works. I even find myself fond of little writing ‘foibles’ that wouldn’t get through formal publishing’s strict machine. But this book was absolutely littered: 'titled' instead of 'tilted', 'on hand' instead of 'one hand', at such a frequency I found it really distracting. There are random paragraph breaks where they shouldn’t be, whole sentences of paragraphs repeated in barely changed wording. It reads like a first draft that even the author hasn’t proofread – one full of promise but one that, ultimately, shouldn’t be on sale yet without a rigorous edit.
While I thought the spicy scenes were great, they also felt oddly out of place in the flow of the romance. The MCs have sex early on, which is fine, but then proceed to never mention it for the following weeks. They then have sex again and, once more, neither seems to have so much as an inner dialogue on whether their dynamic has changed, whether they’d like to do it again or whether it's playing on their minds. It felt to me like the author wanted a spicy scene every fifty pages or so, which is fine, but I’d have loved to see it make more sense with the characters' relationship development, and for there to be at least a bit of communication around sex between them.
Overall, a book with promise and plenty of heart, but ultimately feels underbaked – I hope the author’s next work is left just a little longer in the oven.