The Assassin’s Wrath by R.S. Moule is the kind of fantasy that drags you into its pages by the throat and refuses to let go. From the storm-lashed opening to the shadow-haunted hunt for a dragon, this is a book that pulses with danger, treachery, and an undercurrent of myth that feels both ancient and alive.
Locan A’Shadow is a master assassin with blood on his hands and caution in his bones, while Cetrik, the fugitive prince he’s bound to, crackles with restless ambition. Their dynamic is electric—their uneasy bond tested at every turn as they’re thrust into a land of shattered kingdoms, whispered conspiracies, and downright impossible choices.
The worldbuilding is grim yet enthralling, rich with imagery of ruined cities, tales of broken rulers, and rumours of dragons that may or may not be real. Moule’s writing is sharp and cinematic, his combat scenes brutally vivid, his twists expertly placed. There’s grit here, yes, but also a strange beauty—the sense that legends are stirring, and the cost of chasing them will be steep.
Fans of Joe Abercrombie and John Gwynne will feel at home, but Moule has his own distinct edge: a talent for balancing ruthless action with moments of quiet, haunted reflection. By the time the final revelations came crashing down, I was utterly hooked and desperate for the next instalment.
Verdict: Dark, bloody, and addictive—The Assassin’s Wrath is fantasy at its most fierce.