I genuinely cannot understand how this book has five-star reviews. The Dark Is Descending is 400 pages of disconnected scenes, nonsensical character decisions, zero foreshadowing, and new plot elements introduced only to be instantly resolved or forgotten. It reads like the author made everything up on the spot—and not in a fun, chaotic way, but in a “did anyone proofread this?” way.
This book isn’t a story; it’s a grab-bag of random scenes thrown together with no structure or payoff. Every chapter drops a new “evil,” “twist,” or contrived conflict that gets resolved comically fast or contradicts something from earlier books. Nothing connects. Nothing builds. Nothing makes sense. The “plot”—and I’m using that term with the generosity of a saint—feels like the author took every single idea she’s ever had since childhood, taped them into a single document, and said “Yes. That’s cohesive.” Meanwhile, characters are running around like caffeinated squirrels with trauma, murdering gods between snack breaks, and having emotional arcs that last approximately as long as a TikTok. Every time I thought, “Okay, we’re finally going somewhere,” a new villain or prophecy or cosmic entity crawled out of a portal like “SURPRISE!” and then died two chapters later like “okay bye.”
Let’s talk about that “epic final battle.” You know, the one that starts with the brothers confronting their deranged father, then ends with the crew killing Dusk and Dawn. Except nothing is epic, nothing is emotional, everything is convenient, and the whole sequence lands with the majestic power of a deflated balloon. I genuinely laughed. Cackled. Because how do you hype up big cosmic forces only to defeat them like they’re minor inconveniences? It’s like fighting God with a pool noodle and winning.
And speaking of winning with pool noodles—let’s talk lore. If someone can explain the Nyte/Nightsdeath/Lightsdeath situation to me without getting a headache, good for them, but I personally would rather try to swallow a brick. Nightsdeath apparently wants Nyte’s heart so he can feel (emo), but also claims he is Nyte (doppelgänger emo), while also being a fully separate corporeal being (???) who can fully fight, stab, kill, and monologue. Pick one. PICK ONE. You cannot be “part of Nyte,” “not part of Nyte,” “is Nyte,” and “wants to kill Nyte,” all at once unless you are a Tumblr identity crisis that gained sentience. I felt like I was reading the world’s most confusing Venn diagram.
And Astraea? My god. My sweet summer child. The way she interacts with Nightsdeath makes me believe she accidentally ate lead paint as a child and never recovered. I think a few screws rolled out in the editing phase and nobody picked them up. She’s trying to kill him in one memory, then talking to him like he’s a sad feral cat she wants to rehabilitate in the next. If one more evil man told her “you and I are the same,” I would have reached into the book myself to shake her. She’s propositioning him like "if you aligned yourself with me…" Girl??? He captured you. He wants to kill your boyfriend. He wants your boyfriend’s heart. This is not a negotiation; this is fanfiction written with fever.
Speaking of men telling her nonsense—AUSTER. The walking red flag. The original death dealer. The man who LITERALLY MURDERED HER in the past, tried to kill her again in the present. Manipulated her. Tortured her. Whipped her. Forced Nyte to bond with her by stabbing her. Mutilated Nyte. But Astraea? She has conflicting feelings because “they were close as children.” BABE. CHILDHOOD IS OVER. TRAUMA IS NOW. GET A GRIP.
The way she stands there, slack-jawed, while he parades her around declaring he’ll marry her like she’s a prize goat at a market auction?? I almost threw the book. The “marriage parade” moment is peak stupidity. Auster publicly declares he’ll marry her, and she walks beside him like a guest-of-honor mascot. She has nothing to gain from compliance and everything to lose, and yet she calmly acquiesces. The author apparently mistook narrative shorthand for psychological realism. Astraea’s rationale: “People believe he could make me agree, so I’ll… stand there and hold his hand.” That is not a response. That is someone failing a basic survival skills class.
He spent YEARS plotting to dismember her bonded. And yet Astraea is out here like, “omg childhood memories, we used to be close.” GIRL. CLOSE TO WHAT? THE GRIM REAPER?
Her emotional economy is bankrupt; she makes decisions that defy survival instincts and personal history. While she’s captured, she portals dramatically across rooms to show off her great power, when she could have portaled to SAFETY? To ESCAPE? To NOT get drugged, shackled, puppeted, and enemies-to-lifestyled for the fifth time? Suddenly she forgets her powers like a Sims character who wandered behind a couch and got stuck. She literally lets herself get re-imprisoned after demonstrating she can yeet herself across space. Why escape when you can suffer decoratively, I guess.
The shackles. The shackles deserve their own novella of rage. One chapter she says, “I’m immune, the poison doesn’t affect me.” Next chapter she’s face-down on the floor. Then we learn Lightsdeath could have broken the shackles at any time. But instead of asking of doing that, she waits. And waits. And WAITSSSS... Because apparently, she wants Nyte to wake up from his endless dream or whatever and come and get her so Nightsdeath can kill him. Such a brilliant plan, truly. Meanwhile everyone around her is like “wow we should sedate her more,” and honestly? Correct.
Then we have the infamous crowd scene when she’s with Auster and they get seperated, where she’s drugged, staggering, can barely stand, and her mission-critical thought is “I must find Auster, I can’t let him retreat.” Bestie, you can’t even walk. Retreat from WHAT? The only thing you’re going to do is face-plant into the dirt.
Auster, Auster, Auster… MAKE IT STOP! Why is this character haunting the entire book like a ghost nobody asked for? He’s dead early on, yet the narrative drags him back constantly—flashbacks, mentions, emotional beats, random scenes meant to make readers “sympathize” with him. Everyone keeps acting as if he was misunderstood instead of a manipulative, abusive nightmare. It’s exhausting. We get a weird chapter where he reads to orphaned children — children he orphaned by exiling their parents — and the book apparently wants us to feel sympathy for him. This is character rehabilitation through forced sentimentality. Delightful. And there is a scene in these flashbacks (which were the most pointless thing ever) where Astraea holds a baby like she’s doing a cursed Simba ritual while Auster says she’d be a “great mother”—SIR, SHE IS HOLDING THAT CHILD LIKE IT’S RADIOACTIVE. In what universe is this woman mother material based on THAT performance? She was two seconds away from yeeting it.
Tarren is another logic casualty. Astraea killed his bonded. She betrayed him. And yet she expects his loyalty because they grew up together? Relationships in this book are governed by feel-good nostalgia rather than cause-and-effect. If you were wronged, forgive your wrongdoer because the reader is too lazy to watch a believable betrayal arc — that’s the guiding principle.
But the real moment Astraea hit rock bottom for me was when she said, with a straight face, “They haven’t even begun to search for the key pieces.” EXCUSE ME??? YOU SCATTERED THEM. YOU told Nyte where you put them. And you don’t know what temples you used??? Did you throw them like confetti and say “good luck lol” and black out?
Speaking of the keys—why can ANYONE touch her “bonded only” magical weapon? Drystan tosses it around like a football. Astraea hands it to Zephyr like “hold my purse.” I thought touching it was supposed to vaporize people or something, but apparently it’s just… a very sharp communal baton now. he “rules” of the magic system bend like burnt taffy to whatever the plot requires in the moment. Is it too much to ask for consistent magical rules? Apparently yes.
Astraea acting like freezing to death in the key-finding arc would be an irreversible tragedy despite having been killed at least three times in this book alone. Nightsdeath literally murdered her for sport earlier yet now everyone panics like hypothermia is the REAL danger.
AND LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW WE GET ZERO FORESHADOWING. NONE. NADA. ZIP. Astraea has secret plans she doesn't tell the reader. Characters betray the group out of absolutely nowhere. People pop in with new powers at 80% because the plot demanded it. Drystan apparently could use FIRE the whole time. Fire! And this man just… didn’t mention it?? Drystan, who was freezing to death earlier in the book, had FIRE magic the whole time and forgot to mention it??? This man really said, “Oh yeah… I can fix that,” like he suddenly found a coupon in his pocket. Astraea slipping power-dulling poison into Auster’s sleeping potion? Sure.
Nadia’s betrayal was another joke. Disappears for the whole novel, then she popped in for betrayal then UNbetray herself, because “surprise! It was all part of a plan we never told the reader about!” At this point the plot twists were giving me whiplash.
Nadir’s betrayal — or non-betrayal — is the pinnacle of this. We’re told Nadir is a helpful ally. Then he’s a shocking traitor whom we should never have trusted. Then he turns out to be part of a “great plan” to trick everyone into killing Dawn. Except none of the groundwork for this “great plan” exists on the page. It’s “gotcha” theater sans the “got.” It’s the author playing three-dimensional chess while the reader watches a two-dimensional flipbook.
The novel betrays its characters more than the characters betray one another. The reader is told things happen rather than shown anything. If you, the author, are going to betray us with plot-turn betrayals, at least give the setup. A betrayal with zero scaffolding is not a shock — it’s the author saying “surprise!” and hoping we clap.
The Dora caravan/circus arc had me wheezing. They joined a circus. A CIRCUS. Nyte, literal shadow lord of death, in circus gear. Pink circus pants. Nothing in my life prepared me for that visual. He is supposed to be intimidating, terrifying, darkly ethereal—and suddenly I’m reading about him juggling inflated daggers or whatever while wearing glitter. This is character assassination. This man is supposed to be darkness incarnate, feared by gods, but apparently also can trapeze in party leggings. He’ll rip out someone’s soul at 3 PM and do a jaunty juggling act at 5. If the goal was to humanize him, congratulations—you made him look ridiculous.
They go on a whole Odyssey-style side quest to get a trident for the nymph so they can access the underwater trial. They don’t find it. They give up. They wander off. The entire quest concludes with a collective “oops lol,” and they simply swim off to God-knows-where, as if the plotline decided it no longer wanted to exist.
Then, out of absolutely nowhere, we are informed that Auster raided that exact temple for a key piece. This key piece was one that he did not even know was there, in a temple that he did not know contained it. The convenience of this revelation is not merely aggressive; it is practically violent.
But wait—plot twist! It turns out that it was not even Auster at all. It was Nyte’s father, who now possesses the true key piece.
Drystan somehow brings all the other key pieces that he found entirely on his own, despite it being repeated literally ten times throughout the book that no one should attempt the key trials alone. Apparently, he ignored every warning, wandered off, and single-handedly collected all four other true key pieces in only one section of the continent. He never checks in with the rest of the crew to collect key pieces they’ve collected; he never reunites with anyone to coordinate. He just does it all on his own, completely undermining the narrative tension and the very rules the story established. The other crew members’ efforts are completely irrelevant, and the plot simply hand-delivers the keys to the protagonists as if they were conveniently placed there by fate itself.
Auster’s dead dragon? The one we all watch die? Randomly retconned into being alive enough to re-bond in the next chapter. Does death matter? No. Consistency? Also no.
Eltanin’s tears can apparently wake dragons and heal them, which is dropped into the book like “also, dragons cry healing tears now,” and then never explained. Why do dragons cry? How do tears heal? We get no mythology, no demonstration, just gratitude-based deus ex machina.
Also the travel inconsistencies. Why are they traveling by boat, dragon, caravan, cursed Uber and whatever else when they can teleport via void portals??? The plot was allergic to efficiency. They can apparently teleport through the void at any time, yet they spend a week mingling in a random town and travel by ship for no startling reason. There is zero urgency because the plot is allergic to efficient solutions. Why teleport when you can take a boat and meet three NPCs who will exist only to be mentioned in a later recap? Plot meanders for the sake of padding.
Health and healing inconsistent? You’d better believe it. Nyte is supposedly so injured during the trial that Astraea’s blood—his magical soulmate mate-bonded lifeline—does nothing. But then some random village humans are like: “Oh he’s dying? Pass me the herbal tea and a damp cloth, babes,” and suddenly he’s FINE in HOURS. HOURS. So Astraea’s blood: useless. Random human nurse with a bandage roll: GOD.
Astraea gets stabbed with a dagger coated in Nyte’s blood and it’s apparently mortal when it shouldn’t be. Astraea gets poked—literally just poked—with a dagger that barely scratches her, and suddenly she is teetering on the edge of death. Which is the stupidest logic jump in the entire book. I understand that injuries should be dramatic if they are truly fatal, like a stab to the heart or a decapitation, but these were barely scratches. In any sane universe, these would have been inconvenient at most. But apparently, Nyte’s blood, the same magical miracle juice that has healed Astraea every time she so much as stubbed her toe in the past—is suddenly going to… speed up the poison from a teeny tiny stab wound and kill her faster?? EXCUSE ME?? How does that make sense in ANY universe? This man’s blood has literally resurrected her. His blood is the reason she’s alive half the time. His blood is basically the immortal equivalent of a full-coverage insurance policy. And now the author expects us to believe that if he gives her a sip—JUST A SIP—of his blood, it will EXPEDITE the murder-stab that was only dangerous because it was coated in HIS blood?? How does the SAME substance heal her AND accelerate her death depending on which side of the knife it’s on? Is it sentient? Does it choose violence when applied externally but compassion internally? Did it unionize??? The logic is: “Nyte’s blood heals… except when plot says no, then it kills… except when plot says yes, then it heals again.” Pick a lane, Chloe.
Because if Nyte’s blood is THAT deadly when it enters her bloodstream, then WHY is the solution to 90% of her injuries... What if she cut her lip while drinking it? Would THAT kill her too? “Well the blade was coated in his blood, so now adding more Nyte-jugo will accelerate it!” then riddle me THIS: Why didn’t Nyte die immediately from the ARROWS coated in HER blood? He was shot/stabbed/sliced way more times than she was... Why didn’t HER blood “accelerate”? Why is only HIS blood fast? Why is only HER bloodstream a racetrack??
Even if we accept that Nyte’s or Astraea’s blood cannot magically heal them in this particular situation, the solution is obvious: simply state that the injuries will take a long time to heal. That is tense, believable, and keeps the stakes high without turning minor scratches into instant near-death emergencies. Instead, what we get is Astraea poked once and unconscious for chapters, Nyte sliced on the hand and suddenly on death’s doorstep, and both of them flopping around like rag dolls from superficial wounds.
Medical logic is sacrificial at the altar of convenience. Nyte has been stabbed, sliced, shredded, and arrowed with Astraea’s blood MULTIPLE times, and somehow he’s more fine than Astraea who gets poked with an equivalent of a push pin coated with Nyte’s blood and drops dead like a fainting goat. The math isn’t mathing. It does not create tension or excitement. It creates frustration. It turns minor injuries into unnecessary, illogical drama and makes every “dying from a scratch” moment entirely ridiculous, and the narrative treats them as if a paper cut could end their lives. The author could have easily maintained suspense by having the injuries impair them without turning them into exaggerated death spirals, but instead, the story chooses to inflate minor scratches into near-fatal threats for the sake of convenience and drama.
Nyte forging the key BEFORE collecting the final piece is peak “no thoughts, head empty” energy. Of course Daddy Dearest then slices him with a blade coated in Astraea’s blood—again, why is a slice deadly now??—and steals the half-forged key. Literally every character in this book needs a babysitter.
Dawn literally says Katerina is ALIVE the first time she appears possessing the poor girl like a demonic Airbnb. Then next time we see her, Astraea keeps saying “Katerina is dead” like we hallucinated the previous scene. SHE IS NOT DEAD. Unless the author decided to rewrite her fate between sips of coffee and forgot to edit the earlier chapter. Which, yeah, seems on par...
Then there’s the two-page speedrun death of Dusk. Dawn is dead and there’s no emotional fallout, no narrative breath, just boom new villain ready immediately like this is a video game level select. Astraea figures out his true name from a poem because why not? Everything else has been convenience-driven nonsense, why stop now?
(continued in the comments because I ran out of space and need to rant...)