Fireheart Tiger is fierce and fragile spill of a story that mingles subtly cutting court politics with tangled lesbian relationships and renders both with breathless heat, intense intrigue, and deep pangs of yearning.
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Memories of the time Princess Thanh of Bin Hai had spent as a royal hostage in Ephteria sat heavy and uncomfortable in her chest, a gnawing weight that threatened to eat at her unchecked for the rest of her life: the shock-bright clarity of unbelonging and a palace set afire, the blaze carrying with it all the certainty of death. Thanh had since been sent home, the fire had died away, and the dust clouds had settled on the rubble, but in Thanh’s mind, she was always in exile, and it was always burning.
Fireheart Tiger opens with a “friendly” visit from Princess Eldris—heiress to Ephteria, Bình Hải neighboring predator empire—and the visit not only brings with it the threat of Ephterian expansionist agenda but also shocks Thanh into a terrible kind of longing, a pang of unfinished business. Thanh held her past affair with Eldris quiet and close, another secret to go along with her enormous other one: memories of another girl, garnished in fire and fight.
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In the small space a novella allows, de Bodard tells a sprawling story about potent forces that we know all too well in the real world, perfectly bound within the prism of a profoundly personal and intimate story. Fireheart Tiger is an examination of the all-conquering, all-devouring beast of empire, and about the fierce indomitable women keeping it from setting its jaws upon their homes through diplomacy and negotiation and acid under the bitingly polite manners. It's also a story about love and abuse: love that builds and baits for you a gold and velvet-soft trap, strips you down to a blind and hopeless longing, and leaves you splayed out on the floor like the plucked petals of a ruined rose—all the tainted bits of broken comfort that we can’t grab hold of without getting cut first. And another kind of love: love that comes softly, like a dawning sun, and warms like fire in the teeth of winter, love fashioned not in blistering bitterness or a vicious desire to own, but in companionship, compassion, and understanding. But it is, above all, a story about learning to stand straight and steady and tall, and feeling whole again, all your fragments coming back to you, meshing back together into someone who can orbit their own purpose and be answerable for themself.
All in all, Fireheart Tiger was such a delight to read. I wanted to be taken somewhere else by a story, and I was—I just didn’t expect to feel utterly and tenderly stripped to the bone by the gentle blade of the author’s voice.