Seventeen years ago, an eclipse cloaked the kingdom of Relhok in perpetual darkness. In the chaos, an evil chancellor murdered the king and queen and seized their throne. Luna, Relhok’s lost princess, has been hiding in a tower ever since. Luna’s survival depends on the world believing she is dead.
But that doesn’t stop Luna from wanting more. When she meets Fowler, a mysterious archer braving the woods outside her tower, Luna is drawn to him despite the risk. When the tower is attacked, Luna and Fowler escape together. But this world of darkness is more treacherous than Luna ever realized.
With every threat stacked against them, Luna and Fowler find solace in each other. But with secrets still unspoken between them, falling in love might be their most dangerous journey yet.
With lush writing and a star–crossed romance, Reign of Shadowsis Sophie Jordan at her best.
Woo. My first DNF of the year. I stopped at 25%, and skimmed the rest of the way through.
This was one of those times when I looked at other reviews, and I was left wondering if we read the same book.
Firstly, our MC Luna is lacking one of her senses – it’s not really a spoiler, since it’s brought up early in the book, but I’ll leave out specifics here – but she has essentially has unrealistic, super-powered other senses to compensate – she can sense the air moving, ffs.
And can smell when someone is naked, apparently.
“I inhaled his scent and it was stronger, proof that not a stitch of clothing covered his body.”
Also, the plants and forests that can still supposedly grow with like one hour of pale light per day?
But the writing is what got to me the most. It’s saturated with contrived figures of speech.
“They’re coming,” she announced in a voice as smooth as water-polished stones.
“The small eyes turned glassy, reminding me of an oynx-beaded necklace my mother had always worn.” (Really? In the middle of a fight for his life, our love interest Fowler is thinking about his mother’s necklace?)
“I bit my lip, my teeth sinking in and clinging deep to sensitive flesh until I tasted the copper tang of blood.”
My stomach knotted like a thousand butterflies were rioting inside of me. (How would Luna know what a butterfly was? Later on in the book, she doesn’t even know what a firefly is.)
With regards to Fowler’s laugh: It rippled over my skin like the stroke of a fine ribbon.
His deep, rumbling voice wrapped around me, squeezing like a fist.
His voice hit me like sparks popping and flying from a fire.
I mean, I don’t mind descriptive language and similes in writing, but every second sentence was written like the examples.
A giant, fat, NOPE from me.
ARC received from Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review. Quotes taken from uncorrected proof and may differ from final publication.