Then repetition was introduced in that every single time that Karou and Akiva were near each other scratch that, every single time I found myself reading from their perspectives, I was subjected to their never-ending musings about each other. So much so that it took away from the story progression. I didn't feel as though I were reading a book, I felt as though I were being lectured by the author, and I began to really notice it. The further into the book I got, the worse things became. I, the reader, knew that shit was hitting the fan elsewhere and I lamented over being stuck inside the head of a person whom I'd just met and didn't give a shit about. The problem with this type of storytelling is that it drags. In short, it's filled with actual frigging scenes.īut then everything goes horribly wrong for our heroes and heroines, as it does, and we find ourselves back on earth, following the lives of new characters and trapped in chapters made up of huge blocks of narrative. It's filled with dialog, action, suspense, etc. They're about to attempt the impossible, try to bring peace to their world. The characters we've come to love have formed a shaky alliance with those they've called enemies for all their lives (<- plural, get it? BECAUSE RESURECTION, HAHAHAHA). If this had progressed like it opened, I would have fangirled over it as hard as I did for the first two installments.

In my review for Days of Blood and Starlight I basically said that Laini Taylor could re-write the phone book and I'd give it ALL the stars.

Dreams of gods