The Queen’s Box took me a little while to settle into, but once I was in, I was in. This world, with Hemridge, Eyrth, and the thin places in between, has a way of creeping up on you slowly before pulling you firmly across the threshold. I also want to note up front that a copy was generously gifted to me by the author, and I’m grateful for the chance to read it.
Our main character, Willow, inspires a lot of mixed feelings in me. She's an older sister sandwiched between one sibling who refuses to believe in magic and another who still sees her with that soft, wholehearted admiration only a youngest sibling can give. Willow herself ricochets between teen impulsiveness and moments of sincere maturity (so, yes, she's a true teen). She longs so deeply for the magical life she believes she was denied that she runs toward the first sign of wonder, even when it may not be safe. She doesn't always make the right choices, but she does learn from them... even when the consequences come too late for some.
The romantic thread was fine. Nothing overly spicy or out of place for the audience, but while things felt believable from one character's POV, they didn't land as solidly from the other. Authentic in intention, I could see where things were going as the story progressed but, hey, teens.
What surprised me most was the darkness braided into the mythology of the book which lays the groundwork for what feels like a much larger, deeper series arc. I'm left with more questions than I'd prefer, but with the kind that make me want to pick up book two, not the kind that leave me (wholly) frustrated. I want to know more about the Sisters and the duskwyrms, especially one in particular who was betrayed and abused. I have suspicions about Miriam and Amira, and wonder about Serrin's own truth, his memory. Now that we know the truth about Willow's bloodline, Severine's secret, and the strange disappearances that are more warning than loose thread, there's so much to address in the sequel.
A bright spot for me was Brooxie, who with her sister, Ruby, carved out a warm corner of the story that radiated comfort. Their scenes felt like childhood home in a way that made me feel deeply nostalgic.
While I ended up rating this 3 stars, I want to be clear that for me, that's not a negative rating. Most of my books end up with this rating, and I'm notoriously series-averse, so the highest praise I can offer a series opener is this: I'd read the next one. And for The Queen's Box, I will.