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670 pages, Paperback
First published February 23, 2021



"What if I don't want to be a hero?"

"One hundred and sixteen years ago, eleven people learned the answer to that question, Vehan Lysterne.
"It eats at me, because feeling that?
That soul-crushing hopelessness that drowns everything else inside you and tells you you're totally and completely alone, that you're nothing but a tool, a means to an end, a burden, and no one will really miss you when you're gone?
I know exactly what that's like."


"There's a reason why the Lord of Death himself went out of his way to restrain me."

‘“What if I don’t want to be a hero?”’
“Nausicaä was still gorgeous without her glamour, but the nine rings of hell couldn’t come up with anything more terrible than the way her grin split across her face like razor wire catching skin and tearing it apart.”
Toronto had become an epicenter of the magical community. Creatures of all walks of life had been drawn into its folds…
➟ Confusing, convoluted worldbuilding.
➟ Overused YA fantasy tropes and clichés.
➟ Prose doesn’t flow very well for me personally.

Forget that you loved me, if you must, but please . . . do not forget you loved at all, and do not forget you loved so fiercely it made you the best of your name.This was one of my most anticipated releases of the year, and I'm excited to say that I was not disappointed in the least.

Magic had its rules, and woe betide anyone who tried to sidestep them.
A sidhe prince, a lesidhe guard, an ironborn girl, and a former Fury – they seemed less like a serious investigative team and more like the lead-in to some terrible joke.
“You mistake my meaning,” Alecto drawled. “I freely admit to all crimes you accuse me of. I did it, yes. I simply don’t feel guilty about any of it.”
"What if I don't want to be a hero?"
She couldn’t help them.
She wasn’t special, wasn’t brave.
Arlo was just a girl with fancy connections and no real magic of her own, regardless of what Nausicaä thought she knew about her. She was no hero, no chosen savior, nobody but Arlo Jarsdel, ironborn human.
"It eats at me, because feeling that?
That soul-crushing hopelessness that drowns everything else inside you and tells you you're totally and completely alone, that you're nothing but a tool, a means to an end, a burden, and no one will really miss you when you're gone?
I know exactly what that's like."
“No, no, no – we’re not on the same team,” Nausicaä interrupted. “I’m no hero! Just because I’m not running around turning kids to stone doesn’t mean I’m a fine upstanding citizen like Red and Prince Charmless here, and… I don’t know, what fairy-tale character do you want to be, Aurelian?”
Aurelian cut her a deadly glare.
“And fucking Grumpy.”





I, uh, remember the one Solstice years ago when High Prince Celadon gifted my mother a deck of cards with bizarre animals on the front. He told her they were enchanted, and that all she had to do was throw them while shouting their names and the creature she wished to summon would come to her aid. She spent an entire week trying to summon something called ‘Pikachu’ before someone kindly explained to her what Pokémon cards were, and that they weren’t magic.
Beside the goddess stood Erinys Megaera, the only sister Alecto now had left - however much they disliked each other. As Alecto expected, there was no love left in Megaera's gaze. No pity. Alecto would be replaced when this was over - so, too, would Tisiphone. The realm's respect for Alecto's grief would no longer delay what was inevitable. Other immortals would be trained to fill Alecto's and Tisiphone's roles, and the Furies would be three once again.
...when she got home tonight, she was going to take a bubble bath and binge-watch She-Ra and the Princesses of Power on Netflix until she fell asleep.
"You’re one of those people who’s all tough and prickly but actually very sweet, aren’t you,"
"Nah, I’m just as prickly on the inside as I am on the out. Like a cactus wrapped up in more cactus.”

"You’re one of those people who’s all tough and prickly but actually very sweet, aren’t you,"
“And damn, Aurelian loved him. Unfortunately, Vehan loved him too.”
“Heroes went through so much hardship. Heroes were the stuff of tragedies.”
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Fortunately, Vehan was on excellent terms with much of the palace staff, including Zale—with his beach-glass green hair, wide gray eyes, shell-brown and shimmery-toned skin—the current guard on mirror duty. Just to be clear, this character (One of the maybe two non-white characters, btw) Was only introduced so we were vaguely aware he existed when his uhhh tongue got cut out? He's inconsequential.
They’d been instructed to dress appropriately, in the darkest clothing possible, so that they could sneak around unseen. For Arlo, this meant donning her dark red Blundstones, black jeggings, and matching black top. Please, what's next. Is her hair in a messy bun? Is One Direction downstairs waiting to buy her?
“Yeah, it’s free because there’s double the tax on us. The fae are the ones who pay for it, who are expected to give more of our goods to the palace stores during Tithe Season to compensate for this. And for what?” Fina sniffed. “Faeries are forever going on about how unfair things are for them. They’re ungrateful. We let them live in a society we built, so of course they’re going to be expected to adapt to our ways—and I don’t know, maybe stop buying things you can’t afford if you’re too poor to pay medical bills? Like, get another job or something.” Girl what in the woke 2012 bitchy girl character. She only appeared for this one scene, and the scene only existed so they could score some coke! What was the point! Delete the whole scene, replace it with something that makes sense and show us the oppression. Fucking hell.
His frown etched further into a scowl. “Your customer service is atrocious.”
“I’m… sorry?” She had no idea what she’d done to offend him. The man was clearly looking for someone to take out his mood on.
“You know, you should smile more. Girls are much prettier when they smile, and you could certainly use that help." What In The 2012 'Brony I Met At The Coffee Shop'esque Tumblr Post Was This.
"Do you know why I brought you here, Aurelian? I’ll give you a hint—it had nothing to do with your parents. Oh, I wanted them here, as a means for control, but do you know why I wanted you? [something something more villain exposition] And with you gone, oh, I suppose the only one he’ll have to help him pick up the pieces of his fragile heart will be me, won’t it. And I assure you, it won’t be useless love I’ll use to rebuild him." I wish I could say this was the worst villain monologue, but there were so many worse ones.
“Titan,” Nausicaä corrected. “Luck isn’t a deity, they’re a bit higher up than that—and while we’re on the subject, also genderfluid. Their pronouns are ‘they’ and ‘them,’ and like many of the immortals who are genderqueer and nonbinary, don’t use ‘god’—it’s too male a term. On a whole, we all just use ‘deity’ instead. Ohhh I hate when authors drop these "teachable moments" into their books.