this book felt like a fever dream where i wanted it bad enough so i hallucinated it into existence? i remember reading fable for the first time, and wanting more, more, more about saint and isolde; but i always assumed it was doomed to be one of those things you need, you wish for, but never get. and then this book was announced, and i think a part of me just broke, but i still didn’t fully believe it was real - until just now, 2 minutes ago - until now that i’ve finished it, and it’s so perfect, so much better that i could’ve ever imagined wanting it to be. i’m actually heartbroken that it’s done and over, because i know i’ll never look forward to anything quite so much as i did here.
i have zero coherent thoughts, i just love everything about this - from the writing to the plot, to the characters (i always knew saint was insane but i’m very happy this book confirmed he’s certified <3 my favorite man i think?). i loved saint so very much in fable; i remember reading namesake and highlighting every single line he had, and while isolde and his story was already predefined, i wanted it written out, just them, so badly. and that is essentially what saint was: a look past the amalgamation of saint's ambition and isolde's spirit, to what made them who they are, where they are. saintisolde truly are my favorite people, and this book just confirmed it further, in addition to making me weep an unreasonable amount of times. i didn't think it was possible for me to love them (and clove), and to root for them and their happy ending (so, so badly) even as i already knew how it would end. more so, particularly as a prequel, i adore how this elevates fable, and gives a clearer setting to a duology that’s so close to my heart already. but mostly, i just really really really really love saintisolde, like crying-on-my-bed-at-5pm kind of love, and nothing else compares to that.
thank you sm to wednesday books for the arc.(!!)