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368 pages, Hardcover
First published November 27, 2018
Buckle up b*tches - I'm taking you for a ride.![]()
"I'm just tired of being a castoff. My parents abandoned me. The women who raised me despised me. The villagers feared me."Now, this may seem a little bit obvious to our experienced YA readers (and writers) but it is important to make sure that everyone is on the same page for step one.
"Obey the distant and sanctimonious Sister who hid the secret of my heritage, denied my legacy, and locked me away when I dared ask questions?"Always (ALWAYS) kickstart your book by kicking your orphan (preferably when she's down).
"And how did a fine lady such as yourself happen to misplace sixteen quintals of raw kembric ore?"Most YA books try to find the one "thing" that makes them stand out - so why should yours be any different?
The sun had not set on the Amber Empire for a thousand tides. But that didn't mean my world knew nothing of darkness.Like a world that did not experience days but still contains many terms that suspiciously sounded a LOT like regular time measurements.
Or violence.
Just spans older than me, Madame Rina's son was...As they say in my world - Easy. Peasy. Lemon. Parcheesi!
You are weak and simple.With so many orphaned young adult heroines running around, you may be wondering what could make yours possibly stand out?
I knew this was where I belong. But would I ever be able to learn the intricacies of a life I wasn't born to?Backlash is a great way to keep that sympathy rolling and it is absolutely essential for that all-so-important relatable factor.
I didn't owe him anything. I'd fought for my place in this world, and earned it. I deserved this serenity, this opulent luxury.Gone are the limp-noodle heroines like Bella Swan.
"We are bound to our power, just as it is to us. And every legacy has its consequences."Keeping in mind she must have crippling self-doubt (see number 4), this also must be balanced with the swagger and confidence of a body builder snorting his fifth round of roids before lunch.
"Prestige, fortune, and admiration," I hissed. "Consequences indeed."
Sunder. Lullaby. Mirage.Look, Bob, Jim, and Jimbo ain't gonna cut it.
He deepened the kiss, his lips a promise: a covenant of the sublime.Kissing one of the leading abstract concepts in the twenty-first century.
The Sisters always swore the Scion would punish me for my sins: my anger, my ambition, my tenacious dreams. But I always thought those features made me smaller.This one can be a little tricky, but don't worry. Your audience is YA, not A so if you mess up - they won't even notice!
"I'm staying," I breathed. "This is where I belong."Ahhh, that's good. Make her want it.
"...Who cares where you belong," he said, "if you're dead?"
I struggled to choose a gown from the haphazard selection...You are contractually obligated to provide an Oscar-worthy gown for your main character for no discernible reason.
"Whispers?" My throat rasped dry. "Of what?"Now, you may be thinking how many revolutions can the YA book world handle?
"of Revolution."
Every miner dead in a mine blast - my fault.Ahhh, I can just feel the character development. Smells like a movie deal.
Every sand skiff scuppered by Zvar militants - my fault.
Every child starving in the stinking shanties of Paper city - my fault.
0 out of 10 - MY GAWD, you let your orphan keep her parents? Did you even try?
2 out of 10 - Seriously? Why even bother wasting paper on this?
4 out of 10 - Well, you wrote something...and it will be a great to use as firewood.
6 out of 10 - Not bad. Not bad at all. Bottom of the bookshelf material but at least you did made an attempt.
8 out of 10 - Finally, someone who takes parental dismembership seriously! But you really named your characters Susan and Tyler? Not Songbird and Tiaga?
10 out of 10 - Congrats! Here's a multi-million twelve-book deal plus twenty novellas! And movie script! And a firstborn child of a superfan!
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“I will not sit idly by while the world changes around me. I don’t know whether my blood is a gift or a curse. And I don’t relish breaking the world in order to remake it the way I see it. But I will if I have to. Does that make me a monster?”
Such moments make me wish I was a poet, so I could transcribe my feelings into a melody of words. Alas, I am not, and you are stuck with my numerous attempts to praise the book I loved and would want to shove up my every friend's face, so we would sing serenades to the story together. As I said, wishes.
So, how to describe Amber & Dusk?
Amber & Dusk is a gift you never knew you needed in your life. Amber & Dusk is a song you hear passing by on the street and finding yourself following its words until the last note. Amber & Dusk is like a rich chocolate with a unique flavour you cannot put your finger on, but you desperately want to guess the ingredients. Dark, delicious, captivating and achingly beautiful in its honesty Amber & Dusk is perhaps the most unexpected surprise of the year for me.
The book is telling a seemingly familiar story of an orphan girl Sylvie who lives in the cold lonely Dusklands but dreams of a better life. Her only companions are her gift of creating illusions and her belief that she is meant for more. So she packs her scant belongings and travels to a distant Amber city to become a part of the Empress's court and to find her legacy. To do so she will have to accept the help of her very cruel and cold sponsor Sunder, to find friendship, to face her past, and to claim her future. But not everything is at it seems in the court and some secrets a deadlier than the others. Sounds familiar? I am sure it does. I've seen many comparisons of this book to Red Queen, Selection, Shadow and Bone, and my personal favorite - The Cruel Prince. But all these stories are similar in one way or another.
But what makes Amber & Dusk stand out in its own way?
The Characters. The concept of strong feminist heroines is not new to young adult genre these days; almost every book has one. But more often than not, those heroines are strong and feminist in words not actions, or, sometimes, heroines are too brazen and powerful, making me wish they'd be more balanced so that I could sympathize with them, otherwise what is the point of a girl Terminator? I believe, strong but vulnerable, determined but uncertain, gentle but tough - the best type of heroines to connect with. And Sylvie/Mirage is exactly such a heroine. She knows what she wants from the beginning, she doesn't shy from admitting that power interests her: it's her birthright. She is honest in going after what she believes is hers. And maybe it makes her a monster in some way. Mirage admits she lacks education, she doesn't understand court intrigues, but she is eager to learn. She has a vision of her world and she is determined to make it true. One of the strongest heroines in YA.“You spoke of sunlight and ambric smiles, of dreaming vast, colorful dreams. That’s why I came here: to be part of that world. They named me Mirage, and that is what I am. Not a faint illusion that will quickly disappear, but a desire, and a promise, and a dream of something impossible. But only if I’m given the chance.”
And then we have Cardan's twin brother Sunder. Do you feel the temperature rising in the room? No? Then read the book and you will feel it. What words can I find to describe Sunder? Seductive? Cruel? Charming? Smart? Deceitful? Broken? All of them seem fitting but in an undivided-from-each-one way. For example, if you could take all these words and blend them together, thus creating one single word that will combine all of them - that would be the word to describe Sunder. All his sides - bad and good - are indistinguishable from each other, creating a complex kaleidoscope of a person, who you cannot help but fall in love with. Yes, this is Sunder, my new book boyfriend.“I had finally forged the dristic bones of my own fortune in this pristine palais. I would not squander that on a man whose truths were laced with lies, whose face was a mask, whose price was power. He could only be a curse.”
Sunder and his twin sister Bane are Suicide twins - this is how the court sees them. They can hurt you with their powers, but it doesn't make them monsters, though, I admit there were moments when I wanted to cry "Wolf" and run away from Sunder, so cruel he was (Cardan from The Cruel Prince seemed like a child compared to him). But there's reason for everything and you will have to read the book to find it out.“A wolf wasn’t cruel when she killed for her meal. A nighthawk wasn’t cruel when he ripped his talons through the still-warm body of a mouse. Winter wasn’t cruel when it blanketed the land in snow and stole the warmth from your bones. Sunder and Bane might be cold, but they weren’t cruel. They were merely as nature made them.”
Secondary characters are no less complex and diverse. Special mentioning deserves Reaper, a friend of Mirage. He is the kindest and sympathetic person, who cares a lot about his friends and loved ones. He was a sunshine among clouds and I wanted to cuddle and protect that cinnamon roll from any harm coming his way .“We are all thieves here, Mirage,” Thibo breathed. “We steal a thousand scintillating moments of drinking and dancing and laughter and pretend that there will never be any cost for the choices we make. But the price of love is heartbreak. The price of pleasure is pain. And the price of power is always corruption.”
The Romance. Uh-huh, you've got me, I wouldn't be half that excited about this book if not for the labyrinthine tangles of romantic liaisons. And Mirage with Sunder provided me with enough angst to pump the blood in my veins for weeks to come. I am a goner for hate/love relationships, and the harder characters troll each other, the hotter they make out after. Amber & Dusk has a special kind of slow-burn that makes you want to shad your skin off, so much it burns after every interaction between them. “So you don’t mind,” I managed, “if I’m a monster?”
“No.” He rocked closer, and his closeness sent a thread of desire stitching up my spine. “Because I’m a monster too.”
The World-building. Vast and rich mythology of the Dusk world, plump with legends and magic, and spiced with court intrigues and ruthless deeds. This is the world of Amber & Dusk. I love vicious political intrigues and dubious characters you think you can trust until you don't. Who plays who, who manipulates who, and how are they going to untangle themselves from that web? Oh, Sunder, my clever naughty boy, how many times have you played me into believing you. How many times had I found myself tricked and gasping because this-is-not-what-I-have-expected-damn-all-of-you was my normal reaction.
Simply put, I was smiling like a cat who just caught a very appetizing mouse. Maybe I did.
But nothing sweet is without a spoon of tar, and so Amber & Dusk is not ideal. I wish there was more depth to some aspects of the story, perhaps more pages in the book to make it more complex and full. I wish some characters had gotten more development, and some events were explained better. At times, world-building felt overwhelming, and I had found myself wondering the labyrinthine intricacies of the world, hard for grasping. But those are small things that in no way spoiled my comprehension of the story and its characters.
Overall, Amber & Dusk is a story written in the most exquisite and richest way, making me fantasize about unreachable worlds on the brink of Dusk, full of illusions and magic. Lyra Selene masterly created a unique debut that will haunt my dreams with fantasies of something beautiful and terrifying for a long time to come. One of the favorite books of the year!
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧Amber & Dusk✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
“You’re ambitious. You’re arrogant. Perhaps even a little cruel. Whatever gave you the idea that you were owed so much, when you offer so little?”
“Ah!” He snapped his fingers. His voice grew taut. “How strange, now being yesterday. Are Dusklanders unfamiliar with the concept of time? Or are you just as stupid as you look?”
Flames zinged out toward my fingertips, raising the hairs along my arms. My eyes cut up to his. “Sinking to my level, Lord Sunder? You insult my looks and intelligence so bluntly that no one would claim you are adept in the art of dealing pain.” I dragged an insolent gaze around the lavish chambers. “Although subtlety hardly seems to be your forte.”
Satins rippling with sky-lit colors: vermilion and magenta feathering toward a sapphire twilight. mechanical eagle, twice as big as my head, with articulated wings and ambric eyes as red as the sun. Feral-eyed vendors selling bottled curses and stoppered wealth, mirrored kisses and scented secrets. Clear ponds full of giant lotus flowers, their silky-soft petals pale as the mythic Moon. Jewels and colored glass. Laughing children.
'I gritted my teeth so hard I thought my jaw might crack.'
'my ears still hummed, and my fingers itched, and my heart thrummed uneven in my chest.'
'A word that shuddered through my bones with a familiarity I couldn’t name.'
"You are neither as brave nor as clever as you imagine yourself to be."