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464 pages, Paperback
First published September 27, 2016
The Juliet was much, much more important to the Catresou than Paris ever would be. The spells laid upon her since birth let her sense anyone who had shed their clan's blood and compelled her to avenge it.
The Ruining was more than the white fog that killed every person it touched. It had changed the nature of death. Even here in Viyara, behind the walls, the dead would rise again within two days, mindless and hungry for the living.The setting was dark, dramatic, but it was just so freaking confusing. I still am not quite sure of the plot.

Sadly, this is what is left in me after finishing this book: Bright nothing, cold disappointment. In spite of all the negative reviews I've seen, I still had this sliver of hope that no, it can't be true, it's Rosamund Hodge, she can't let you down Nastassja. Alas, she did.
I don't know what to say about this book... the cover is beautiful? That is probably it. I can't say this book was a big cliche or that the characters annoyed me or the plot was stupid - none of these things are true. The truth is way more trivial: 
Everything felt lifeless and confusing, and not once the plot made me care to stop half-skipping the book and pay closer attention. It felt like this story took a little bit from every other story the author had written before. I wouldn't call this story unoriginal, but it might seem such if you have read anything written by Rosamund Hodge before. Magic system, feuding lovers, ancients and Gods, political intrigues. You might argue that there's plenty of other books with similar elements, but I am talking about the way Rosamund was using those elments in her previous books is very similar to the way she's using them in this one.
As for Romeo and Juliet, well, I was never a fan of their story, but this book doesn't compliment their story of woe even barely. Romeo acts and talks like a total maroon, proclaiming he'll go and tell Juliet's killers everything he thinks about them and after he'll be ready to die from their swords. Like what? And Juliet acts like a killer machine programmed for one purpose: kill the enemies of her clan. And it is her role in the book to kill those enemies, and it was so strange and dull. Plus Romeo and Juliet not even the main characters of the story and they don't have POVs. I guess there's logic somewhere there, but I really didn't care to look for it, and Romeo and Juliet felt like those zombies this book was suppose to make us afraid of. Again, if only I cared! And for lovers of romance, don't expect any here. We only have snippets of Romeo and Juliet's original story but no real substance or real romantic relationship to root for. And the main characters - Runajo and Paris were so unremarkable, I don't even know what to say about them. They were nice? But dull? But what was their purpose in the book? Ah, I have no idea what the purpose of the whole book . Honestly, I felt like reading two different books, because our main characters never crossed paths, though, they had the same storyline, I didn't feel connection between them they way you feel it when you have two different characters set apart, and observe how their destinies lead them into each others directions and you can't wait for that epic reunion and emotions!! Here nothing of the sort happened. But maybe it's just me, unfeeling brat.
Oh, there's also the author's nice writing style I always loved in her books. But who needs that when everything else is in ruin.
There's going to be a sequel, but my interest is deadlier than the dead in this book.
I'll go now, to find something to wash away this bitter taste of disappointment... 
“He was her world, and now she is going to destroy him.”
“It was risky, and it was probably going to get her killed.
But at least she would die fighting.”
“He’s working with somebody called the Master Necromancer.”
“Even here is Viyara, behind the walls, the dead would rise again within two days, mindless and hungry for the living.”
“I will always do what is right, and not what my family tells me.”

"Journeys end in lovers meeting. Every wise man's son doth know."



I’ve never read anything so cheerful in my life.
Rosamund Hodge’s world building skills are excellent, Cruel Beauty and Crimson Bound are proof of that. Even in this, there was so much potential and countless fascinating concepts and ideas, all, I’m sad to say, wasted. First off, there is an extreme confusion about the what, the how and the when. I’ve read the whole book and have no clear notion as to what happened, be it the background or the plot. Especially the plot. I am a fan of no bullshit and straight answers so when the writers skirt around those and try to make it all intriguing and mysterious, well, sometimes it works … but this was not one of those times.
So the last of humanity now lives in Viyara after the Ruining, uh…well, ruined the world and turned the people who came into contact with it Revenants (reminded me of Leonardo DiCaprio, LOL). Revenant is just a fancy word for medieval zombies which is what everybody becomes when they die even within the walls of Viyara. The walls are made from magic and blood. They are sustained by blood and sacrifice and they are dying. There is a covenant of women who takes care of that. There are also three major clans; Mahyanai, Catresou and Old Viyaran. I have no idea which clan believed in what or dismissed what ideas. Everyone had their own agendas, their own set of faiths, it got tangled up pretty bad.
There are two things the four main characters have in common:
A) One or both of their parents are either dead or horrible.
B) They are pretty much useless.
I meant what I said, they ARE completely annoying and infinitely useless. Runajo just talks and talks and TALKS of death, Juliet glares and stares and makes idle threats, Romeo cries ALL THE TIME and Paris humiliates himself constantly. There is no depth (although the book tries) and the characters are one-dimensional. The only one I really liked was Vai and he turned out to be a woman. Funny how that keeps happening in books. Did I think this was completely unexpected and lame or did I take in a stride? I am not even sure. Romeo and Juliet’s iconic love was not iconic at all.


The Ruining was more than the white fog that killed every person it touched. It had changed the nature of death. Even here in Viyara, behind the walls, the dead would rise again within two days, mindless and hungry for the living. And so the bodies had to be cremated first; the furnaces of the Sisters never cooled.

She was as lovely as rumor said: skin like moonlight, hair like midnight, eyes as blue as the twilight sky.
He stares out over the city as he says dreamily: “ The moon is alone, and so am I; My sleeves are wet with tears.”
“I don’t know that one,” she says.
“It does not yet exist,” he says, turning to her, “but I will write it for you. Let me write you a thousand and eight poems, one for every morning I wake up beside you. Let me cover the whole world in words, and drown in oceans of ink.”
She cannot help laughing, though her heart is breaking. She knows what he is asking. She knows the answer.
“My father will never set my hand in yours,” she says.
She has never had to tell him, I will not desert my people. It is part of why she loves him.
He knows what she is thinking. He takes her hands, and oh, his smile has all the spark and gleam that she has loved since she met him. “Lady of loveliness surpassing all the stars,” he says, “star of the night that until you requite me will darken my heart, and heart that moves the blood in my breast— will you take pity on a pilgrim, and marry him?”
She laughs, and kisses him in reply.

“He was begging me to run away with him three months ago,” she said. “Whatever happened between you two, it wasn’t—”
“It was real.” Juliet’s voice was unyielding. “It was swift and it was foolish, but it was real.”
The world was dying, and death did not care who mourned.