The very first thing I have to say, before even touching the story, is how gorgeous this PDF file was. Truly. The formatting alone made me feel like I wasn’t just reading a book, but opening a storybook that begged me to be swept away. Every chapter header (Cheeky!), every page flowed with that careful, immersive design that elevates the reading experience. It set the mood perfectly—romantic, gothic, a little myth-kissed—and immediately made me more invested in what was to come. Sometimes formatting gets overlooked, but here? It was part of the spell. (Pun intended)
Let's start with Dawson and Èmilia's story: A Forbidden Love That Hurts So Good (was all I could come up with). I want this in paperback to make notes. It would have been easier; my phone notes are wild after this book.
Anywho! Let me just dive right in: Dawson and Èmilia’s love story is one of the most beautifully aching romances I’ve read in years. The narration around them is both lush and intimate—like having a well verse storyteller along for the read. I felt everything: their longing, their restraint, their stolen moments, and the devastation of what they couldn’t have.
The way their relationship unfolds is painful in the best way. They’re childhood friends turned something more, but the rules of their world keep them apart. As a reader, I just wanted to shove them together and scream, kiss already! But the beauty of Warmerdam’s writing is that she makes you understand why they can’t, even when every bone in your body aches for them to defy it. That tension is magic.
I mean how many times can I scream kiss your step brother before I am the problem?
Some of the lines cut right into me. For example, when Dawson can’t hide the truth of his devotion:
“For just a moment, I want to pretend like none of this is happening. Will you tell me something? Anything that makes you happy?”
That plea says everything about their dynamic. He needs her love in a world that wont allow it.
And then theirs Èmilia’s quiet, aching thoughts: “Why are we all so good at ruining the best things?”
Ouch. OUCH. This is the kind of yearning that makes me put a book down just to breathe before picking it up again.
Their story is the epitome of forbidden friends-to-lovers. It’s the yearning. It’s the unspoken touches. It’s the way Dawson always watches Èmilia, but never lets himself cross that final line. And when they do get close—the intimacy feels like relief and ruin in equal measure. I haven’t felt a romance like this in so long.
Ill leave you with my fav Dawson quote: "I don’t have as much control as I pretend to." I MEAN!!!!
Okay lets calm down.
Now, it's Nathaniel and Liza's turn: A Switch in POV That Works Surprisingly Well.
Then, just when you think you’re fully immersed in one love story that has you in a choke hold, Warmerdam flips the narrative, like full 180. I knew it was Dual timeline and narrative, but this was wild.
Nathaniel and Liza’s tale shows up in a black book hidden in Èmilia's library, told in first person POV. Normally, I’m not a fan of first person—I like the sweeping scope of third—but in this case, I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it.
Nathaniel, with his ego and arrogance, could have been unbearable. And maybe he was meant to be insufferable at first. But there’s something magnetic about his need fore Liza, about how his pride becomes a mask for deeper vulnerabilities. Pair that with Liza’s perspective, and suddenly the romance has a whole different flavor. It’s sharper, more immediate, a little less polished than Dawson and Èmilia's as if it were supposed to be written in a diary—and it works ;)
I even found myself laughing at how intentionally annoying Nathaniel can be. His ego isn’t just there to frustrate—it’s a narrative device. It makes his eventual tenderness hit harder. And it balances perfectly with Liza’s strength and fire.
Their love letters were my favorite, and Natt's drunken one takes the cake.
Honestly, I think Warmerdam chose this story to start with on purpose. It contrasts so well with the slow-burn ache of Dawson and Èmilia. And the switch keeps the book feeling fresh, like you’re being pulled into a living tapestry rather than just one thread.
I get the feeling that the story being told from Nathaniel POV was used to hide things from us and maybe that's why I didn't mind the 1st person because it felt somewhat like an unreliable narrator.
I did some digging after finishing this, and discovered this was part of a previously released series. Knowing that the second book has two more love stories? Let’s just say I’m already clearing my calendar. If this first installment gave me two romances this lovely, I can’t wait to see how the world—and the heartbreak—expands.
But let me say this: the cliffhanger was brutal. The kind of ending that makes you shut your e-reader, stare at the ceiling, and mutter “how dare you” while immediately searching for release dates, and adding book 2 to my preorder. It’s been a long time since a book gave me that kind of gut-punch.
I’ve read a lot of Romantasy lately, and honestly, many start to blur together—same tropes, same pacing, same vibes. But this? This was refreshing.
It promised mythology, and while this book kept that thread subtle (more whispers than heavy lore), it left me hungry for what’s coming. What we did get was open-door romance, a coming-of-age journey, and a low-fantasy, richly built world that feels like the perfect introduction. It reminded me a little of A Discovery of Witches, but also nothing like it— (its the only thing I can compare it to) because Warmerdam has her own unique cadence, a voice that feels equal parts modern and timeless.
The alternating narration never felt irritating, even when switching POV styles. Personally, I prefer third person,( I said that already right) but here? It worked. It added dimension. It gave me two different kinds of intimacy.
And let’s talk pacing: the spice doesn’t happen until over halfway through, which I actually loved. It meant that by the time doors opened, I was invested in the plot, the characters, and the relationships. When the romance turned physical, it felt earned. And the yearning? Absolute perfection. Dawson and Èmilia’s forbidden tension was written with such precision, it had me clutching my chest. But also, why not them yet!!! (The author knows what I mean)
Spoilers After This Point
Okay, let’s talk about that fireworks scene. One of the most swoon-worthy, gut-wrenching passages I’ve read in ages.
“He never watches them. Doesn’t care. He just watches you, always has… So there Dawson stood, alone, off to the side with a melting blackberry ice cream in hand. (Not his flavor). He was indeed watching. Not the sky. Not the display. Only her.”
Are you kidding me? This scene broke me. The fireworks exploding in the sky while Èmilia’s heart is shattering, and Dawson is off to the side, ice cream forgotten, eyes only on her. The restraint, the silent devotion, the refusal to step forward—it’s agony and romance blended to perfection. It’s a masterclass in yearning.
That moment alone cemented this as a 5-star read for me from chapter 6!
Final Thoughts
It’s been a long time since I had a five-star experience in the Romantasy genre. But Death is Only the Beginning gave me everything I didn’t know I was missing: storybook formatting, dual romances, beautiful narration, longing that aches, spice that feels earned, and a cliffhanger that left me desperate for more.
Thank you, Acacia, for an amazing book. I’ll be rereading this one, and I’ll absolutely be checking out the rest of your works. This is the kind of story that reminds me why I fell in love with the genre in the first place.
✨ 5/5 Stars. A refreshing, heart-wrenching, unforgettable Romantasy.
I received an advance review copy for free, and I am leaving this review voluntarily.