DNF
I went into Deathbringer ready for dark academia, moral decay, gothic tension, maybe a little “everyone is mentally unstable but in a poetic way” energy… and what I got instead was me, personally, spiraling into academic probation because I could not for the life of me pass the prerequisite course titled What Is Going On In This Book 101.
Like I’m sorry, but this was marketed as 1930s dark academia with horror elements and what I got was aggressively YA dialogue in a vintage costume, speaking like it just discovered modern slang and refused to let it go. The tonal whiplash?? Unmatched. One second we’re supposed to be in this moody, old-world setting and the next someone is talking like they just got off TikTok live. Pick a lane. Pick a decade. Pick literally anything and commit.
And I could maybe forgive that if the world-building had me grounded—but no. No no no. The world-building is not just shaky, it’s on life support, it’s flickering, it’s asking me to unplug it because it can’t take this anymore. I have never had this many questions with this few answers in my life. DOTS??? WHAT IS DOTS. Every time it was mentioned I felt like I was being gaslit. Is it police? Is it military? Is it both? Is it federal? Is it provincial? Is it run by a central government that may or may not exist? WHO IS IN CHARGE. Is there a president? A king? A council? A magical HOA??
Because apparently DOTS operates everywhere, across provinces, but we are never told how the government actually functions. Do provinces have their own authority? Are they just vibes-based territories? Are we supposed to just nod and go “yes yes, jurisdiction” and move on?? I cannot move on. I am stuck here. I have built a home in this confusion.
And the justice system?? Where is it. Show it to me. Point to it on a map. Because crimes are happening, murders are happening, and the solution the book presents is: let’s have two barely-trained young adults take this on themselves. Of course. Naturally. Law enforcement said “we’re good actually, you two random students handle it.” Incredible. Revolutionary. Groundbreaking incompetence.
Which leads me to the characters making decisions that made me question not only their sanity but mine for continuing to read. Viola. My girl. My sister in questionable choices. You have DEATH MAGIC. Death. Magic. Capital D, capital M, consequences attached. And your grand plan is to ignore it completely because your father—who you have never met, mind you—died because of it. Okay. Sure. Let’s unpack that. Except we can’t, because the book doesn’t. Meanwhile your grandmother had the exact same magic and you adore her, speak highly of her, she raised you… but that has zero impact on your perception of your own abilities??? The internal logic is not just missing, it has left the country and changed its name.
And instead of thinking, “hmm, maybe I should learn to control this incredibly dangerous power so I don’t accidentally become a walking disaster,” she just says no ❤️ and moves on with her life. Refuses to learn, refuses to engage, refuses to develop any practical understanding—and then has the audacity, the confidence, the sheer chaotic energy to go “yes I will help solve a murder.” Based on WHAT qualifications. Vibes?? A dream?? The ghost of common sense whispering “don’t” and her ignoring it???
And Olivia. OLIVIA. I need someone to sit me down and explain to me like I am five years old how this girl faked being a mage for TEN YEARS. A DECADE. That is not a plot twist, that is a logistical nightmare. If children are tested upon entering the academy, how did she get in? Did she just walk past the test like “no thank you”? Did the examiners blink and miss it?? Did everyone collectively decide to not do their jobs for ten straight years??? I cannot suspend disbelief at that point, my disbelief has filed a restraining order.
And then we have Sylas, whose hatred for Mortemagi is so intense it genuinely made me uncomfortable in a way I don’t think the book fully understands. It’s giving “eradicate them” energy, it’s giving “we need to unpack this” and instead the narrative just kind of… lets it sit there. Loudly. Repeatedly. Without enough critical framing. And I’m just sitting there like… are we addressing this or are we just vibing with it because I refuse to vibe with that.
Now let’s talk about the magic system, this book does not trust you. It does not trust your reading comprehension, your intelligence, your ability to remember anything for more than three seconds. It will explain something to you, and then explain it again, and then again, and then just in case you missed it, here’s another explanation in the same chapter. I have never felt more condescended to by a book in my life. And the worst part? It’s still confusing.
Because it’s not just over-explained—it’s badly explained. It’s like being force-fed information that refuses to organize itself into anything coherent. And just when you think you’ve survived the info-dumping within the narrative, every chapter starts with a little world-building snippet, like a fun little bonus round of “more things you have to process before the story even starts.” And look, I don’t hate chapter snippets. In another life, in another book, I might have loved them. But here? They feel like the book handing you a textbook and saying “study this, there will be a quiz,” except the quiz never comes and none of it helps anyway.
And the setting… oh the setting. Is this an urban fantasy? Is this a traditional fantasy? Is this historical? Is this modern with a filter? The book itself does not know. It is mixing modern and non-modern elements in a way that feels less like a deliberate stylistic choice and more like indecision. It’s a delicate balance to merge those things effectively, and here it just… doesn’t come together. At all. I never felt grounded in the world. Outside of Gorhail, the world may as well not exist. It’s just empty space and unanswered questions.
And speaking of Gorhail—again, is this the only magical school?? Because if it is, why?? If it isn’t, WHERE ARE THE OTHERS. Why do we never hear about them? Who designed this system?? Who approved it?? I have concerns.
And the coexistence of the magical and mortal worlds—how does that work?? How do their governments interact? Their law enforcement? Their societies?? The book gestures vaguely in that direction and then sprints away before answering anything.
And through all of this chaos, what really got me was the lack of atmosphere. For something that’s supposed to be dark academia with horror elements, I felt… nothing. No tension, no dread, no immersion. Just confusion and the growing urge to flip back pages like “did I miss something?” (I didn’t. There was just nothing to catch.)
And I think the most frustrating part is that there are ideas here. You can see the potential. You can see what it wanted to be. But the execution is so messy, so overstuffed with exposition and underdeveloped in actual substance, that it never comes together.
I tried. I really did. I fought through the info dumps, the repetition, the inconsistent tone, the baffling character choices, the world-building that exists only in theory… but at some point I had to accept that this book and I were not having the same experience.
Honestly, I don’t even think the book knows what experience it was trying to give.
All I know is that I came in expecting dark academia horror and left with a migraine, 47 unanswered questions, and a personal vendetta against whatever DOTS is supposed to be.