This was an unusual and hard book to read for me, even though the writing style was quite easy.
For more than half of the book, nothing really happens, at least not anything that you can make sense of. Endless sex scenes, without actually describing the sex. I know it makes no sense, but there are no detailed descriptions, more like scene settings and pieces of information that give you a sense of what is going on, but leaving you pretty detached and a bit bored (I guess that certainly was not the reaction Hadley wanted from a reader). Some parts were a little bit dark for me (pain mage’s scenes, for example). Too much and too heavy for my taste, and yet I kept on reading. Sort off like a train wreck you can not look away from.
The story actually starts to build in the second part of the book, when we slowly unravel what this dark world of mages and their magic is, and what the purpose of all that, somewhat incoherent story, at the beginning was actually for. The last 20% of the book is where the story skyrockets into this page-turner where you just have to know what comes next and how will all the pieces fit at the end. Interestingly enough, the story became less about the sex and more about the story itself which is so much more interesting.
The main character Jade is actually the character that got on my nerves most often. At the beginning of the story, I was glad to find out that she is a prostitute and proud of it, that this is not gonna be one more story of a good, pure girl turn bad. And I get that the writer used the word whore instead of prostitute or concubine to point out what the society Jade was living in thought of them and how little they were valued. Like a lower race, shunned and judged. But that same word has been overused. It just became annoying to hear the main character, who considered herself to be this strong free woman, repeat the line “I’m a whore” over and over whenever somebody actually saw her as a person. Annoying as hell and made me respect her less and less.
My rating for the book is not actually based on my liking of the book (because I’m still not sure if I really liked it), more for how strangely uncomfortable I was with some parts, and still interested to keep reading. I actually never read anything this dark with so few details or descriptions, yet Hadley managed to evoke those feelings, and I respect that in a writer (by this, I do not mean the sex scenes – they were really tame).