I am bereft.
I am never going to be the person who gets to read this book for the first time ever again.
I’m a massive fan of Alexia’s writing. The way she creates characters solidly grounded into her worlds is second to none. Give those characters a world of dragons, war, betrayal and those characters seep from the page to live in your heart forever more.
The main character, Niall grows so much in this book, learning about himself and what he’s capable of, despite being riddled with self-doubt and second-guessing himself. Flawed, capable, honourable and resolute. It might take him the whole book to realise it, but he really is the one person who can save two worlds.
Surround him with a loyal crew who would sail off the world for him then have him meet the love of his life and he feels even more real. Take him from his world, and put him another, with vastly different mores, with a different religion that calls to him, a different set of values (not all of which he can bring himself to agree with), replace his own royal family with another that feels similar but different, and you want him to win. To save them. To unite them. But can he? He’s the seventh son. A disposable heir, sent on a suicide mission. The alliances he forges are so perfect, from the diminutive pynyt to the Kennel Maid, he needs them, and they complete him.
The story reads like a heroic epic. The quest, the trials, and the combat. It all leads up to an blockbuster climax which almost made me late for work. I couldn’t leave Niall in his final battle while I went off to adult (literally, I sat in the carpark reading). Fortunately, Kindles are wipe clean, as I finished the book eating my lunch, my food forgotten on the fork until it fell off.
And there, in the bloody (meatball covered) aftermath, the final chapter and I prayed to the Flame that Alexia gains superpowers to write the sequel by this evening, so I can return to this multi-layered, textured world.
Five stars? Five thousand stars, and each one aflame.