Lawdamercy, I am loving these. Except that I only just now realized that the third one doesn’t come out until October. *dissolves into gnashy, tenterhooky pile* It is like a cruel prank that I play on myself.
I feel you, little turtle. Ok so. Where were we? Ah yes, everyone is hieing off stealthily and under cover to find the Potentially Traitorous Golden Prince, because the kingdom is Full Of Unrest. But since one cannot hie off stealthily without eventually running into everyone else who is hieing off stealthily, Wynter and Razi and Christopher eventually end up hieing off together, which is how I like them. Because I spent this whole book being all, Hook up, damn you (by which I mean Wynter and Christopher), and their hooking up is much more likely to come to pass when they are sneaking through the woods together rather than apart.
And, sidebar, yes this is a fantasy, and yes Wynter and Christopher eye each other romantically, but don’t be all, Ugh, fantasy romance. I mean, do, because ‘fantasy romance’ as a thing is horrid, but this isn’t like that. It is smart and tense and non-simpery. So don’t be that way.
Y’anyways, really all that happens in this book is that our heroic trio get from Point A to Point B, Point B not being all that far from Point A, geographically speaking. But they meet up with this tribe of gypsy-like folk and it is winsome and there is dancing and then there is some serious shit that goes down and it is excessively page-turney and there’s SO MUCH you don’t know for SO LONG and people are always doing shifty things that are LADEN with subtext, and you’re like WHAT!?!?!?! WHY can you not just go with this nice, gypsy-like tribe of people? Why do I keep hearing doom-violins? And then Christopher, who spent his youth as a gypsy-like lad, keeps looking at you all aggrieved and being like, You need to trust me. Which, fine, Christopher, but ONLY because I want to make out with you in the face.
Oh! Sidebar 2.0, speaking of people making out with other people in the face, this book plays for teamboyskissing, and it is maybe one of my favorites because (as in The Knife of Never Letting Go) it’s just sort of there. I mean, there’s a moment when Wynter and Razi (in whose country teamboyskissing does not get to play in the league) are like, Huh. How about that. And then the teamboyskissing becomes one of several kissingteams like it’s no big deal, which is awesome. And with all this kissing I’m making it sound really romancey again, which I feel is a false representation because it’s not sappy it’s badass somebody gets crushed by a tree. So.
What were we talking about? The last hundred pages or so are exceptionally stressful, so make sure you have some alone time and if anyone tries to interrupt you to tell you about their day, set them on fire. Possible quibble: There is a Rull Important Plot Point that is suddenly dropped, and I don’t know whether to be infuriated or tantalized. I will have to *sigh* wait until Book Three. Which, I may have mentioned, is not out. If you’ll excuse me, there is a fit I must throw.