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First published May 2, 2017
Once again I am in love with Roshani Chokshi's writing. She manages with her words to pluck stars from the sky and pour their magic on pages. The descriptions of the Night Bazaar and divine creatures that visit it are out of a dream images - I felt like I've woken up and found myself in a magical fairy tale walking the streets of the Night Bazaar with the characters.
Death and Night is a prequel story of how Amar and Maya - characters of The Star-touched Queen met for the first time in Maya's previous life. We were told about their first life together in TSTQ, but here we have a more detailed glimpse on how they fell in love for the first time. I especially enjoyed Amar's - Death's chapters. Back then he was still young at heart and not as mysterious and stark as he's in TSTQ. His interactions with Gupta - his only friend and advisor - were priceless. Their friendship in a short span of time became one of my favorites. Maya - Night is a more confident but gentle girl than she's in TSTQ, where she was deprived of love and kindness from early childhood. In this short story both Amar and Maya look and feel like different persons, but little snippets of conversations they have reminded me of their interactions in TSTQ, and that's when you understand these are the same characters but shaped by different surroundings. This seemingly short story adds so much more to the characters' arc and invites us back to the world of The Star-touched Queen and A Crown of Wishes. And I enjoyed every moment of it.
*I was given a copy of this book by the publisher via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review*


Nothing was more beautiful than a night sky dusted with stars. Nothing was more terrible than a night sky scrawled with a thousand destinies. Night was inevitable. Like me.
What she coaxed out of me was a visceral need to live, and wasn't that what fueled immortality and made it worthwhile anyway? That there were wonders still left to be uncovered?

"We turned our gaze to the heavens and waited. There was beauty in the night, if you chose to see it. Some did. Some didn’t. For some, night was the time of dreams and rest, of balance reasserting itself. For others, the hours crowded between dusk and dawn belonged to the ghosts. I knew what they feared: the uncertainty of nighttime, the lightlessness of those hours that were not the black comfort of sleep but the shadows at the bottom of a monster’s throat. I glanced at my reflection and saw their fear staring right at me. Why could I not be dreams and nightmares both?"
“That I think she would make an excellent consort. I want a companion. She wants recognition. It’s a victory for us both and sound reasoning too.” I started walking toward the door when Gupta jogged up to me. “That will be your opening statement? You need to make a good impression. Bees are drawn to flowers, not rocks, for a reason. And that is a ridiculous number of assumptions about someone you don’t even know.”