Credit: Myself over on Instagram.
- Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood.
- The Wicked King by Holly Black
- The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte.
- Nights at the Circus by Angela Carter.
- The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens.
- Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks.
- A Room With a View by E.M. Forster.
- The Quiet American by Graham Greene.
- Assassin’s Apprentice by Robin Hobb.
- The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch.
- Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel.
- Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett.
- Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys.
- The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.
- The Tempest by William Shakespeare.
- The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells.
- Flush by Virginia Woolf.
Lord of Secrets by Breanna Teintze
Series: The Empty Gods #1
Genre: Adult Fantasy,
Publisher: Jo Fletcher Books
Magic is poison. Secrets are power. Death is . . . complicated.
Outlaw wizard Corcoran Gray has enough problems. He’s friendless, penniless and on the run from the tyrannical Mages’ Guild – and with the search for his imprisoned grandfather looking hopeless, his situation can’t get much worse.
So when a fugitive drops into his lap – literally – and gets them both arrested, it’s the last straw – until Gray realises that runaway slave Brix could be the key to his grandfather’s release. All he has to do is break out of prison, break into an ancient underground temple and avoid killing himself with his own magic in the process.
In theory, it’s simple enough. But as secrets unfold and loyalties shift, Gray discovers something with the power to change the nature of life and death itself.
Now Gray must find a way to protect the people he loves, but it could cost him everything, even his soul . . .
Yes, yes, yes! ‘Lord of Secrets’ is just the kind of fantasy I love to read, and has stayed swimming at the front of my mind ever since I finished reading it.
To start, I just have to talk about the magic system. Everytime I think about it, I want to punch the air. It is spot on. Teintze has created this amazing world where Wizards can’t just use their magic without a second thought. Magic in this world has side-effects. Our main character Corcoran (or Gray as he prefers to be known) knows this all to well, and in his battle to save his Grandfather and friends, has to fight the various side-effects of using his magic. The smallest spell, first scribed on the skin and then cast, can cause nausea or headaches, the bigger ones causing unconsciousness and more. I LOVED how the magic in this book wasn’t just something that was used without thought, but something that had as many drawbacks as it did advantages.
Character wise, Teintze has it spot on. Gray is not only a likeable character, but a realistic one. He struggles with a physical disability, he can be a sarcastic bugger, and tries to use humour to get himself out of awkward situations, but you really root for him as he grows to accept his faults, and takes responsibility for them. He truly has a heart of gold, and I loved getting to know the man underneath his sarcastic bravado. In turn, each of the secondary characters are so well fleshed-out that you come to care for all of them, even the ones that you disagree with. In this tale of necromancy, noone is evil for the sake of evil, and there is a human side to every character.
What I loved the most about this story was the humour which is flecked thoughout in perfect taste. Necromancy is a huge part of the plot in this book, and as well as drawing on the heartfelt side of raising the dead, there are some brilliant light-hearted moments too, which make you laugh in despair as Gray and his friends have to put up with a cocky necromancer who doesn’t seem to understand why they may be offended with his raising-the-dead behaviour. There were a couple of moments where I was a little confused about some of the mechanics of the necromancy, with some terms being used when discussing it that I didn’t fully grasp, but I still managed to keep level with the story, without feeling too behind.
Overall, this was a strong start to the ‘Empty Gods’ series, with a intoxicating mix of magic, family, friendship and of course, necromancy. I cannot wait to see where Teintze takes these characters next.
* Review copy kindly provided by Jo Fletcher Books in exchange for an honest review*
Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger. Ulysses by James Joyce. The Novice by Trudi Canavan. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens. Silas Marner by George Eliot. Schindler’s Ark by Thomas Keneally. A Court of Mist and Fury (ACOTAR #2) by Sarah J. Maas. The Iliad by Homer. To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. Pyramids by Terry Pratchett. The Regeneration Trilogy by Pat Barker. The Awakening by Kate Chopin. The Color Purple by Alice Walker. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster. Hamlet by William Shakespeare. I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith. Villette by Charlotte Brontë. The Robber Bride by Margaret Atwood. The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman by Angela Carter. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Where’d You Go, Absent Blogger?
A Year in the Life of a Determined Reader.
‘Where’d You Go, Absent Blogger?’ I hear you ask (or maybe not, but roll with me for a moment.)
‘Does thou not read anymore? To post no book reviews?’
Why no, loyal reader. If anything, I read too much and have too many books and too little time.
It is the year 2018, the year in which I must read the books I have chosen for this 365 days, or wallow in shame for all eternity.
Disclaimer: I blame a fellow bookseller.
A reading journal seemed like a fun idea when the idea first swept by me. I have no artistic talent, so it wasn’t going to be one of those gorgeous, arty, stylish journals no matter how hard I tried (although I was determined to put at least one drawing in there, for the sake of pride.)
A couple of years ago Andy Miller gave a talk on my creative writing course about his book ‘The Year of Reading Dangerously’. A left the talk full of plans – I was going to read ‘The Odyssey’, and ‘Middlemarch’ would not defeat me after the first paragraph.
Alas, life got in the way, ‘The Odyssey’ was put on a back bench until after my studies, ‘Middlemarch’ was put in the loft, and bookselling and blogging introduced so many other books to me, ones that I had to review promptly, that I forgot about that promise I’d made to myself.
That is until this year, when on the 1st January 2018, my Kindle broke.
Now I am a very firm lover of the book in its original form, but for my work as a book blogger, my Kindle was an important part. My reviews came from reading egalleys from Netgalley and publishers, and I never got into reading on the Kindle App on an iPad or phone, so Kindle was the way I did it.
What to do, I asked myself. Debating on whether to buy a new Kindle (after only two years of the last one!), I stared at one of my many bookshelves.
I have a lot of books. Alright, I know people always say that. People come into the bookshop I work in and claim the same. I soon get out of them, that their idea of ‘lot of books’ is actually a pile next to their bed. My ‘lot of books’ I have accumulated in my 25 years of life, and 3 1/2 years as a bookseller consist of 10 full size bookcases double-stacked, dozens of full cardboard and heavy duty plastic boxes in two lofts, the same in a garage, in boxes under my bed, under the spare bed, in my wardrobe, in my locker at work…you get the idea. If me and my bookseller boyfriend put all our books together we’d have a nice little library.
And still I buy more.
So I decided in that moment, 2018 would not be the year of the kindle, but a year of getting through some of the books I have bought and that have sat patiently on my shelf (or in boxes) for longer than they ought to have.
I started with 18 books that I have to read this year – with some others in between, as my Goodreads reading challenge is to read 60 books.
Below is my ‘To-Read 2018’ and my ‘2018 Goodreads Reading Challenge’ when I first started. Follow the link here to see how I’ve been progressing in my journey.
And as we say at work: Books, Books, Books!
And Happy Reading!
What can I say?
Is there any way to explain such a deviation in form?
Especially from one such as me who has avoided writing poetry since the traumatic unearthing of that dreadful Christmas poem I wrote at age 8? (And no, that shall not be posted here, and yes – thanks Mother for scarring me for life with that reminder of my childhood writing.)
Again, what can I say?
Something awoke in me and demanded to be heard.
Write about what you know, they say.
Write what’s in your heart.
So, I wrote about the war.
No, I’ve never been in a war.
No, it’s not something I have any intimate knowledge of.
But yes, it is something that’s close to my heart.
And will I post it here; probably not.
I’m not brave enough for that.
Disclaimer: I blame NaNoWriMo.