Category: Epic Fantasy
Consumed by guilt and rage, Celaena can’t bring herself to spill blood for the King of Adarlan. She must fight back…
The Immortal Queen will help her destroy the king – for a price. But as Celaena battles with her darkest memories and her heart breaks for a love that could never last, can she fulfil the bargain and head the almighty court of Terrasen? And who will stand with her?
(DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS SWEARING BECAUSE I’M IN ONE OF THOSE MOODS. SORRY.)
Who would have thought I’d make it this far? I mean, I loved Throne of Glass (by the way, if I accidentally put ‘game of thrones’ instead, I’m sorry. It happens. lol) but it took me forever to finally get through Crown of Midnight. Sorry I didn’t do a review for that one, by the way. I just couldn’t.
Heir of Fire started out really well and I loved where Celeana was at (well, not LOVED per-se, but it was more interesting, I suppose). But then there were new characters introduced and I wasn’t sure how I felt. I mean, Manon? Nuh-uh. Sorry. I guess I’ve warmed up to her a bit by the end but her chapters were so boring for me, I was stuck around page 90-100 ready to give up.
It was very yo-yoing how many POV’s there were, to be honest, but it definitely kept me on my toes.
I think part of the problem was this book was just too long and I wasn’t in the right head space to put up with it. So, though there wasn’t anything that I could pin point as the culprit to my struggle, it just wasn’t going according to plan. The pacing definitely wasn’t that fast, which could have contributed. Fantasy tends to be hit or miss with me in terms of how we get along. Like, if I’m not 100% in it, the descriptions alone could make me want to hurl the book across the room. I have to be in the right mindset, you know? It’s not automatic acceptance.
So I got to the point where I didn’t give a shit what colour the buildings were, I just wanted to get to the POINT! Haha.
Then you have Rowan, and I heard so much about him (yeah, thanks Twitter. You like to ruin stuff, don’t you?) but I guess I was expecting someone different? A bit like Rhys in ACOTAR, I thought I was going to meet someone with a personality I’d love instantly (judging by how many people love him). This was not the case, but since I knew roughly things changed, I dunno…I was skeptical. One thing that put me off him, though, and call me judgemental, but I think I’m allowed to be when it comes to fictional characters (as it’s all personal preferences and NOT real people, so yeah), but when his description mentions TATTOOS? ON HIS FACE? I’m instantly nope. Not happening. I’m out.
I just don’t dig tattoos. Especially on the face.
(I mean, people are free to do what they like, but when it comes to fiction, I reserve the right to outright not like that character for doing so, yknow?)
But in the end I realised as long as they didn’t MENTION said tattoo, I could deal. I could pretend he didn’t have one. I mean, his face is a no no place for me. lol His ‘bond’ with Celeana was weird, and I was shaking my head like “NO NO NO PLEASE NO’ because honestly those kinds of things are so cheesy and make me want to stab something. It’s the ‘mate’ thing all over again. Bah! So I’m hoping it’s just a friendship thing. *fingers crossed*
Celeana’s character development was….intriguing. I guess I’m a weird one because I actually felt more for her when she was weak and pathetic. LOL. I know, I know. You don’t need to say it.
I felt for her past, her self-pity, I just…she made me want to CRY.
However when she got all kick-assery and fierce with fire, I dunno…it kind of irritated me. I wonder if it’s because I’m not fierce or strong and I get envious of characters that can change so easily (because damn, it sure seemed that way) and I can’t. Call me emotionally stilted.
Dorian. My precious prince. What have they done to you? I will forever be Team Dorian. His growth through this series so far has made my heart GROW WITH HIM. I just love him so much. He’s so precious to me. I can’t deal. The last scenes in this book with him were terrifying and I was SO anxious.
And thankfully Chaol wasn’t much of import in this book. Can I get a hell yeah?
Oh, alright then. xD
Chaol utterly fucked up his own life when he decided to sit on that fucking fence like the sad mofo he really is. Honestly, I don’t know how people still LOVE him?
Over all – I did ENJOY most of this book. There obviously were moments that bored me, and the pacing could have been better, but to be honest, it wasn’t as awful as I suppose I’ve made it out to be. It was an automatic 4 stars for me. The last quarter moved faster and I was more invested. I’m taking a break from the series for a bit, though, because this was exhausting.
Katsa has been able to kill a man with her bare hands since she was eight–she’s a Graceling, one of the rare people in her land born with an extreme skill. As niece of the king, she should be able to live a life of privilege, but Graces as she is with killing, she is forced to work as the king’s thug.
When she first meets Prince Po, Graced with combat skills, Katsa has no hint of how her life is about to change.
She never expects to become Po’s friend.
She never expects to learn a new truth about her own Grace–or about a terrible secret that lies hidden far away..
Beware of spoilers!
It took me some time to fully get into this story. The first couple of chapters, to me, were full of info–dumping. I was confused, lost, on who was who and what King belonged to what land, etc etc. So it was a nice surprise, once that had passed, to get stuck in and enjoy it.
Katsa is a very strong character, but at times I thought overly so. She needed to stop being so self-reliant sometimes because it was very annoying. So what if she had help from someone? Or had someone to protect her? Stop being so stubborn!
In any case, she grew on me, and I found I could tolerate her more. I loved Po, too, and how he seemed to be her equal in most things. He balanced out her annoyances and I thought their relationship was inevitable, sweet, and slow burning, which made it even more interesting. Given that she was always “me woman. me need no man” in her behaviour, I found it funny when she ended up changing her perspective on things.
When she cut her hair, however, I nearly had to throw the book away. It completely tore me away from the character, the story, and had little to do with her action and more because of my dislike for boy hair cuts on girls, and ruined the image of her in my head. So basically, I had to reimagine her, though I chose at times to ignore it. I just had her with a pixie cut and not…what she had. *shudder*
Another slight annoyance I had with the book is how many times they’d say “Well,” at the beginning of a sentence/dialogue. Oh my god! I was ready to throttle someone. I know it was the author’s choice to have that as a story trait, but holy crap, I was getting infuriated. haha. But yeah, eventually I noticed it not happening so much and I calmed down.
I loved the world building, the scenery, the camping! If I could camp even a quarter as well as Katsa can, then I’d be well on my way to being awesome. She could do everything! I mean, it was unreal. Catching fish with her barehands, scaling snowed over mountains with a person on her back in freezing temperatures?! Okay so there were moments where I suspected of plot holes, as bits were not plausible, but I guess that’s the fun of story telling. It’s not reality and can be twisted.
I’m disappointed that the companion to this isn’t about Katsa. I’ve never been much of a fan of companion novels for this reason: it’s rarely from a POV I like.
I rated this four stars because it deserved it, despite the irritations I had. I really didn’t like Leck *shudders* and his Grace was awful. I could really imagine how terrifying it would be. The Graces for others were interesting, and I like how it’s just personal traits in real life, but exaggerated. Except for the being able to hear thoughts. That’s one I’d like to have. So yeah, if you haven’t already read Graceling, I recommend it. 🙂
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Title: The Fire Mages
Author: Pauline M. Ross
Genre: Epic Fantasy Adventure / Romance
Kyra has always been drawn to the magic of spellpages. She is determined to leave her small village far behind and become a scribe, wielding the power of magic through her pen. Halfway through her training, she has a mage as patron and her ambitions are within her grasp. But a simple favour for her sister goes disastrously awry, destroying Kyra’s dreams in an instant.
Devastated, she accepts an offer from a stranger to help her find out what went wrong. The young man sees growing power within Kyra, potentially stronger than spellpages or any living mage. The answers to unlocking that power may lie within the glowing walls of the Imperial City, but its magic is strong and the unwary vanish without trace on its streets. Thirsty for knowledge and desperate to avoid another accident, she feels compelled to risk it.
While she focuses on controlling her abilities, a storm of greed and ambition boils up around her. Kyra is a pawn in the struggle for dominance between unscrupulous factions vying for rule of her country. Trusting the wrong side could get her killed–or worse, the potent magic she barely understands could be put to unthinkable evil.
The highway was lined three or four deep in honour of the Kellon’s arrival, despite a misty rain. I was there with my whole family – Mother, Father, three sisters, two brothers, and my eldest sister’s husband and children. The procession arrived an hour or two later than expected. A long train of horsemen in the local colours preceded several fine carriages, wagons of luggage and finally the open carts for the servants. The Kellon and most of his retainers would stay at the village guest house, with the overflow squeezed into the inn.
The Kellon himself rode near the front, his armour loose enough to accommodate his belly. Guards surrounded him, and behind came several men in leather riding trousers and long coats, the full skirts trailing over their horses’ rumps. I spotted the bulk of the Kellon’s Steward, and one man was recognisable as a mage by the tattoo on his forehead. The others were indistinguishable older men with serious faces looking straight ahead, either uninterested in the village peasantry or with their thoughts fixed on weightier matters. Or perhaps focused on their stomachs, since they were late for the noon board.
One man was different. He was younger than the others, only a few years older than me, and since he wore no riding scarf, his dark hair jumped out of the array of blond heads around him. Odder still, as he passed by, he turned towards me and stared directly into my eyes, as if, somehow, he knew me and had picked me out from the sea of identical women. Yet I had never seen him before.
“Well, that was peculiar,” said Alita, my next oldest sister. “I’ve not seen him here before. Why did he look at you in that way?”
I could only shrug. I shivered, suddenly chilled from standing so long in the drizzle.
Pauline lives in the beautiful Highlands of Scotland with her husband, her grown up daughter and a mad cat. She likes chocolate, whisky, her Kindle, massed pipe bands, long leisurely lunches, watching TV with her daughter, chocolate, going places in her campervan, eating pizza in Italy, summer nights that never get dark, wood fires in winter, chocolate, the view from the study window looking out over the Moray Firth and the Black Isle to the mountains beyond. And chocolate. She dislikes driving on motorways, cooking, shopping, hospitals. ‘The Fire Mages’ is her second published work. ‘The Plains of Kallanash’ was published in September 2014.
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