This book completely swept me away. It starts quietly with a girl waking in an unfamiliar world, no memory, just cold air and a stranger’s kindness. But, before I realized it, I was utterly lost in the atmosphere of it all. The writing is immersive in that slow, lyrical way that makes you want to linger in every description like the palace halls, the intricate teas, the faint sense that something isn’t quite right.
What I loved most was how the story balances beauty with unease. There’s this dreamlike quality where everything feels soft and glittering on the surface, but underneath, there’s tension, secrecy, and a sense that danger is just out of sight. Centrea’s confusion and self-discovery are so well handled in that you feel her trying to hold herself together, even as she realizes the people around her might not be what they seem.
This isn’t a fast-paced fantasy; it’s one you sink into. The politics, the subtle romance, the mystery of identity and it all unfolds patiently and deliberately. By the end, I wasn’t just curious about who Centrea used to be, but who she might become.
The Nine Realms feels like standing in a snow-covered garden at twilight... beautiful, still, and full of secrets. I can’t wait to see what happens as this world expands in book two.
Haunting, elegant, and quietly powerful.