What a stunning book. I didn't think any new novel by Christine Cohen could win me over like The Winter King with its snowy donegality, but truly, The Sinking City is even better. Christine’s beautifully vivid, easy prose will suck you into this story that starts with an intense hook, settles into a comfortable middle of mystery and mistaken identities, and ends with 100 pages of breathless action. The ending will blow your mind. Christine kills off some of my favorite characters, but she doesn't do anything I wouldn't do, so I can't blame her. I can only be glad that those wonderful people, for a short sweet time, existed.
Based on the cover and cryptic marketing, I had thought Sinking City was about magic and monsters and masquerades. And it is. But it really a story about true love: love between man and woman, friend and foe, high and lowly, noble and despicable, humble and arrogant, wise and foolish, kind and cruel. And because it is about love, it is also about loyalty, sacrifice, long-suffering, hope, mercy, forgiveness, courage, honesty, and repentance.
It’s been a long time since I was so inspired to walk in the footsteps of characters in a book. Aloysius, Nico, and Mago Re were my favorites—for different reasons. Mago Re is terribly mesmerizing and well crafted, and I won’t spoil the story by telling you the main point of his story. Let me just say Benedict Cumberbatch was born to play Re, and that should be enough.
Aloysius especially is a treasure. He and Nico both treat others as if each person has an equal demand on their time and attention, but it is Aloysius who shines the brightest. His steadfast love is the beating heart of the story; he is the torch that sets other reluctant kindling aflame. He gifts kindness to everyone he meets, no matter how irrelevant or unworthy they may seem—“All the better,” as he would say. Aloysius’s love hopes all things. His love believes all things. His love endures all things. His love never fails. And it is because he shares this love with Liona, the heroine, that she grows increasingly lovely, forgives those who have wronged her, and ultimately saves the day.
Two final notes. First, this book makes me want to write—and that is a high compliment from one writer to another. But second (and more importantly), this book makes me want to live. Live with joy. Live with confidence that if my friend can write a thrilling, satisfying book that ends exactly as it should despite everything going terribly wrong, then surely I can trust God to tell the perfect story with my life. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the way God is running our stories. All things—all things—work together for good. We are in the best tale ever told. Trust Him.
All for better.