Across lifetimes, across worlds, their souls remember.
When Alison meets Anat in the present day, the connection is immediate—familiar, magnetic, impossible to ignore. But when Alison is hurled back into the past, the truth is Anat, the goddess of war, has spent centuries searching for her soulmate, finding her across countless lifetimes only to lose her again and again.
Now Alison stands before her once more.
As ancient gods prepare for a final, devastating war, Anat must help Alison remember the love they once shared—before a curse designed to keep them apart is triggered again. Together, they must face forgotten magic, shifting alliances, and enemies determined to erase the gods forever.
With the gods of Sea and Death rising, time is running out. To survive, Alison must confront the life she once lived and the love she once swore to protect.
A sweeping sapphic fantasy of soulmates, war, and a love that refuses to die.
Disclaimer: I was gifted a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. I enjoyed it so thoroughly that I purchased my own copy before I had even finished reading — and I have zero regrets. ________________________________________ There is a particular kind of magic that happens when mythology is retold not merely as spectacle, but as truth — when the gods stop being distant, marble-cold figures and become achingly, beautifully human. It is even rarer when that truth is told through a queer lens, centering love and identity that history has so often tried to erase. Blades of Fate: The War Goddess Awakens by Morrigan Crowe does exactly that, and it does it with extraordinary skill, heart, and fire. I'll be honest: I'm a sucker for a great mythological retelling, especially one that dares to be queer and unapologetic about it. The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller set the bar dizzyingly high for me — a book so gorgeous and devastating in its retelling of the Achilles myth that I still think about it years later. Blades of Fate belongs in that same conversation. Like Miller, Crowe understands that the bones of ancient myth are not relics to be dusted off and admired from a distance — they are living, breathing architecture that can house the full complexity of human (and divine) love, including love that the ancient world may not have always named but certainly lived. In centering a sapphic romance at the very heart of an epic mythological war, Crowe does something quietly revolutionary: she cements queer identity not as a modern addition to history, but as woven into it — stitched into the very fabric of gods and battles and civilizations that shaped the ancient world. The message is clear and powerful: we have always been here. The story opens in modern-day Northern Israel, where archaeologist Alison Crowe is on the brink of a discovery that will shatter the boundary between the world she knows and a world she has, in another life, already bled for. What follows is an epic, genre-defying ride through ancient Canaanite mythology — gods, wars, divine relics, and a destiny that will not be denied. Crowe's world-building is immersive and confident. The ancient landscapes feel tactile and alive, and the mythology is clearly deeply researched, bringing a richness and authenticity that fans of historical fantasy will devour. But for all its grand, sweeping scale, the novel's greatest strength lies in its themes — and the way those themes mirror each other across the divine and the deeply personal. Fate hangs over this story like a storm that never fully breaks. Nearly every character wrestles with a destiny written without their consent, and Crowe refuses to let that be easy or comfortable. When Jangar is told fate has chosen him, he physically recoils — and we feel it. The novel argues that destiny is not a gift. It is a weight, and the heroism lies in choosing to carry it anyway. Power and its corruption is explored with unflinching honesty. Even the gods are not spared — Ba'al, demanding worship from starving devotees, and Mot and Yam weaponizing a cosmic relic for dominance rather than justice, are portraits of what happens when power is untethered from accountability. Even our heroes are not immune; there are moments when Shiloh's divine bloodlust threatens to consume her, and the novel never lets us forget how seductive and dangerous that pull is. Betrayal is the engine that drives the plot, but Crowe writes it with nuance. Characters betray not out of simple villainy, but out of survival, coercion, and moral compromise — asking, heartbreakingly, "What was faith compared to survival?" And yet loyalty, when it is given freely, is portrayed as something almost sacred. The contrast is devastating in the best possible way. At the center of everything is the love between Anat and Shiloh — and this is where the novel truly soars. This is not a romance tucked into the margins or offered as a subplot to soften a harder story. It is the spine of everything. When Shiloh is lost to bloodlust, it is Anat's voice that brings her back. When Anat is consumed by war, it is love that restores her humanity. Their relationship is tender, electric, complex, and utterly convincing — the kind of love story that reminds you why you read in the first place. And the fact that this love story is sapphic, ancient, and presented as completely, cosmically real? That matters. That is the kind of representation that doesn't just entertain — it heals something. The novel also meditates beautifully on identity across time, particularly through Alison/Shiloh's fractured sense of self — a modern woman haunted by the memories of a goddess. It's a compelling and resonant metaphor for anyone who has ever felt like they were living in the wrong era, or carrying a history that doesn't entirely belong to them. I could write pages more. I won't — you should experience it yourself. What I will say is this: by the time I reached the ending, I was so deeply invested in these characters that what Crowe put them through nearly broke my heart. I mean that as the highest possible compliment. You cannot feel that kind of devastation without having been completely, irrevocably drawn into a story. That is the mark of exceptional writing. I bought my own copy before I finished reading my gifted one. That should tell you everything. Blades of Fate: The War Goddess Awakens is a bold, brilliant, and deeply human debut — epic in scope, intimate in soul, and queer in the most triumphant and necessary way. If you love mythology, sapphic romance, morally complex characters, and stories that remind you that love has always existed at the heart of history, this book is for you. I cannot wait for the second installment. Morrigan Crowe has just become an auto-buy author for me, and I suspect she'll become one for you, too. ________________________________________ — Review copy provided by the author/publisher. Personal copy purchased independently. ________________________________________
I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review. (Cross-posted on Amazon.)
Blades of Fate: The War Goddess Awakens is a brutal but sweet mythological adventure filled with sexy goddesses, high stakes, and time travel.
It was a bit of a rough start for me. I’m used to third person limited POVs, but this is more third person omniscient—all the characters’ perspectives, thoughts, and feelings are expressed within the same chapter. Great for someone who wants instant gratification for knowing how the characters feel, but for me, sometimes I’d lose track of who was feeling or thinking what and some scene continuity seemed to suffer because of it. The POV grew on me about 20% of the way though. Crowe’s knowledge of history and archeology lent a clear sense of authenticity to the story that created an immersive setting that pulled me in.
Alison/Shiloh’s rediscovery of herself is the true star of this story, along with her and Anat’s love for each other. Reliving memories like Shiloh’s is like instant PTSD in itself, but Anat is a true partner, staying by her side—ever-present and understanding. Their love, despite their bloody past and betrayal, is very sweet. The spice was good, but more on an emotional level—true lovemaking vs plain descriptive smut. Their chemistry is very much felt in those scenes.
There were a handful of twists in the story, some which I saw coming and expected to surface much sooner, but at that point I was along for the adventure anyway. A solid ⭐️⭐️⭐️ for me.
I’ve completely fallen in love with Blades of Fate: The War Goddess Awakens. Shiloh and Anat are such compelling characters, and the world the author has created is rich, immersive, and beautifully layered.
The mythological elements add real depth to the story, making it feel both powerful and unique. I especially loved the slow-burn romance—it builds perfectly into something passionate, emotional, and incredibly satisfying.
I’ve just discovered book two, and I genuinely can’t wait to dive back in and continue the adventure. A must-read for anyone who loves a spicy, myth-filled adventure.
Blades of Fate is an incredible mix of epic mythology and sapphic romance. Set in a world that loves ancient history, its inspired by it actually, it follows two strong powerful beautiful women who are forced to choose between their love and what is expected of them. The chemistry is intense, emotional, and feels earned. The world-building feels unique and fresh compared to typical fantasy.It’s a fast-paced story about breaking free from "fate" and finding your own power. If you want a high-stakes fantasy with strong female leads and a beautiful "found family" vibe, read this book. It will hook you completely from start to finish.
A magnificent start to a series. This book was well researched and well written. It had fantastic world building and well developed characters. The storyline , one of betrayal and deep love pulls you in. I have stayed up way too late reading this book, but no regrets.