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450 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2016

Ultan, Guardian of the Crown and a mythical hero;
Morgance, Faer Princess of the Night and usurper of the Crown;
Rhoswen, Princess of the Throne, Hier of the Crown of Albandland;
Nevan and Niles, two brothers with a penchant for trouble;
Quill, an insatiable apprentice;
And Finleigh, a gypsy with a deep connection to the Vault of Dreams.
[He] lost himself in that tremendous rush of human emotion, torn from the throat to rage against the oppressive sky clinging lower and lower to the misty hills and the deadly stones tumbling from its slate skin, and before he knew it, he was moving, tears streaming his eyes to whip the horse into full gallop, riding on a surge of voices rushing to close the distance between the living and the dead.
Death was in the air, stalking whom it willed, whom it pleased. The silent executioner, the thief of a single moment in time, slicing the spine of those who had their back turned, stopping the pulse of them who dared take a moment to catch their breath.
She was no longer barefoot, no longer clothed in simple linen that shimmered like white pearls […] she had dreamed a dream that would not die, and the world she had seen would be her pallet and brush.
“For there is no greater love to be given from one man to another than to give up your life for your brother…”
”I’ve been looking for you.” He said,which made Finleigh smile hollowly, to think Rhoswen had once said the same thing and now here she was, about to be an agent of the Crown Heir some thought had been killed, others wished to be killed, and others still who would gladly kill in the name of to restore the Throne to the memory of her father.
“And here I am.” Finleigh said, flatly, her bubbliness subdued and hushed by the emptiness around her.Nearly a mile away, the camp was feasting in preparation of their leaving of the forest, finally ready to head north and exact Rhoswen’s revenge upon Faer Morgance.
[…] “Oh, the tattoo…” Nevan rubbed the back of his neck again,ruffling his brown hair, which, like the color of his eyes, was nondescriptly Alban in the way that he could get lost in a crowd. All his life he’d been marked as something other than what he was, if he even knew what it was that he was, soaking up the skipped-over judgments and believing in their lies.
I love this land with everything I am, my Queen, and I’ll do whatever you want me to in order to save it.
The colorful gypsies of Nairnsmoor and beyond mingled through the square in their bold hues, beckoning the shiny-faced and open-palmed off to the spicy-smelling side streets where their carts served salty flatbreads and skewered lamb dripping with thick red and green sauces and flamboyantly painted booths promised muster and fortune in folds of darkness.
He could do nothing about it now, nothing about his guilt, his regret, his wondering if the love of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen would’ve eaten him alive like he always thought or if he’d misinterpreted the whole damn thing, just a man who could never see straight because he’d grown under the shadow of a half-blood and self-hate, tempered with an inherited addiction to large quantities of whiskey, deep-rooted in the pain of killing his own Nord brothers because the Crown gave him no other choice.
*Thank you to the author for providing me with a physical ARC of this book*
This book was hard to read. It took me almost eight months to finish it, and partly because I read physical copies rarely these days, it took me longer to actually find some time during the daylight to read a few chapters here and there. But the most challenging among all was to wade myself through book's words and metaphors. And trust me, Vault of Dreams is full of metaphors.
Don't get me wrong, the writing is intrinsic and beautiful, but sometimes when you see too much beauty at once, it makes your head ache. The Blade of the Champion.
So much had been promised.
So much would be realized.
And Ultan looked up to the sun above> making its way through its own blue and white sea of sky and cloud. Luna would rise by the time he reached the distant shores of Nord rule.
Once again he was ready to fight.
Once again he was ready to die.
The quote above is really beautifully written, isn't it? But look, on the next page there's beautiful words again:And just like the good luck piece carved into a merchant ship's bow, Ultan refused to move during the crossing, staring daggers into the slender curve of infinity, scarcely blinking as he hardened himself deep inside to become the sword unsheathed to divide the world asunder.
And when you turn the next page there's more beautiful words, and on the next page and so on. The whole book is one lyrical poem. It felt like I wasn't reading an actual solid story, but some kind of a spiritual fairy-tale filled with poetic writing and metaphor upon metaphor. Sometimes I am in the mood for such stories, but when there's 400+ pages to behold, it's really hard to get through pompous speeches to the bottom of the story. I think 300+ pages would've been enough for this book.
The plot itself was obscured by the elaborate writing too. I often lost a thread of conversation between two characters, because one of them would go into epic introspection that would go on and on, even for a few paragraphs at times(!), and often these thoughts were insubstantial, just some unnecessary details that take attention from the dialogue. Less thinking and more words between characters would've been nice. And again, why can't the characters talk in a simpler language, without lyrical stuff flying from their tongues all the time?
Let alone a lot of chapters end with epic words. What I mean is:But her smile was a whisper, just a faint ghost of moonlight illuminating alabaster skin.
Even thought hell was not on his heels.
Just a woman, named The Thistle.
Robed in darkness, clothed in wind and rain.And with that, Faer Morgance whisked away through the door, leaving Brandon stunned in a wash of jasmine and image that would plague his dreams for the rest of his life.
Least of all the imprint of her hand, burning on his skin.
I will not make and exit until it is of an epic proportions, right?
As for the plotline, it was a nice story about people fighting for their land and beliefs. Yes, we've seen all of it before, but the author managed to create quite a brutal but beautiful world, at the same time - Albanland. The descriptions of nature were especially vivid, and, overall, added to the book's atmosphere which was pretty dark.
And that leads me to the book's genre. It's marked as young-adult. I've read a lot of YA books in my life and for me VoD didn't feel like a YA book. And it's not a bad thing, on the opposite, the story has a more mature subtext in spite of characters' pretty young age, and I was absolutely okay with that. Plus, in the end the story manged to surprise me with a twist I didn't see coming and, overall, the ending was sad but somehow suiting the book's mood.
The characters - there were 6 narrators if I am not mistaken - were nice, and I was pretty much rooting for all of them, even the villains. Yes, yes, the main villain in this book is not evil and one-dimensional. My favorites are brothers Nevan and Niles. They were so endearing and funny; they definitely made this book's mood lighter for me. They are like the boys next door, and what girl can resist that (well, definitely not this girl).
All in all, I am really sad that this book failed to impress me. I was really looking forward to reading it, but, as I said before, the writing style made it really hard for me to get through the story, and there's nothing that can be done or undone about it. It's not necessarily a flaw; a lot of people will find the writing suiting their taste, so I would not dissuade anyone from reading this book. Also, I really wanted to add more quotes to underline my point of view, and I might add them later, but for now I don't have enough time for that (or desire as I am really lazy when it comes to writing (in my case typing) the quotes from the physical copy of a book by hand). But I would highly recommend to check my friend Mimi's review if you are looking for a more detailed and well-argumented opinion. She nailed perfectly my feelings about this book.
Time, the infinite enemy of all, unforgiveness and irreversibility weapons borne in each of its hands, crushing hills and quenching rivers like a giant fist crashing upon the land.
But I know I can stop this war that’s about to take place. It wasn’t just Albans and Nørds. It was everybody. Everybody and everything. Fighting and dying. I love life. And I love it here. There’s got to be a way to break this curse.
I will face my fear and I will be set free.
“Hope is like a sea. Sometimes you have so much of it you can drown in it. You need something firm to hold on to.” Rhoswen dipped her forehead toward the strawberry, eyebrows nearly touching. “You need something to believe in. Not hope. Believe.”
Emerald hills and ice blue lochs, bordered by Nørds raiders and the haughty monarchs of South Angle, each dynasty eager to seize lands weakened by a civil war in which a usurper has risen to seize the cloven throne.
Morgance. Faer Princess of the Night.
And by her side, the fearsome Ultan Skölhammer, sworn Guardian of the Crown.
But Rhoswen, rightful heir to the throne, princess in exile, leads a final uprising from the depths of the forest, an uprising that twists together the lives of the most unlikely companions.
A notorious thief accused of a crime she did not commit.
A baird apprentice searching for the meaning of life.
A pair of brothers who can’t seem to stay out of trouble.
And a gypsy bound to the ancient artifact known only as the Vault of Dreams.
"That’s not true.”
“Yesssit isss!” Morgance slurred, her soft and airy voice a snake-like hiss. Her head tottered on her shoulders and she pressed a hand to her forehead, sneering, and adding softly. “Yes it is.”

