Friday, October 30, 2020

#Review/Excerpt - Warmaidens by Kelly Coon #YALIT #Fantasy

Series: Gravemaidens # 2
Format: Hardcover, 384 pages
Release Date: December 15, 2020
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Genre: Young Adult / Dark Fantasy

Just a few moons after escaping the tomb in Alu, Kammani and the other runaway maidens have found refuge in the city-state of Manzazu. There, Kammani has become a respected healer, especially among the warriors she’s brought back from the brink of death. Now that the nightmares of Alu are fading, she can finally decide whether or not to take Dagan’s hand in marriage.

But when an assassin murders a healer he believes is Kammani and attempts to kill the displaced queen of Alu, the maidens realize they’ve been found.

Hungry for revenge, Manzazu’s queen wants to strike back at Alu with her fiercest weapons—her scorpion warrior maidens—but Kammani knows that war harms more than it heals. To save the innocents and any chance of a future with Dagan, Kammani must take down Alu’s ruler before their lives burn up in the flames of war.
 




Warmaidens is the action-packed conclusion to the heart wrenching Gravemaidens fantasy duology. Just a few moons after Kammani, her sister Nanaea, Simti, Arwia, the displaced Queen of Alu, Nasu, and brother Kasha escaped the tomb in Alu, they have found refuge in the city-state of Manzazu. Kammani has become a respected healer, especially among the warriors she’s brought back from the brink of death. But, while Simti is preparing to be married, she’s having second thoughts about accepting that one day Dagan may be her husband, and as such, would be her legal guardian. Any hope she may have of becoming a full-time healer, would quickly come to an ending.

Just after a ceremony where Manzazu Sarratum Tabni gifts Kammani with the symbol of Linaza, Goddess of War and Love, to be used whenever she needs help, and Simit’s wedding, an assassin murders a healer, Arwia, who was training Kammani to be an even better healer and attempts to kill Nanaea who is supposed to be dead. Kammani and the maidens realize they’ve been found by the usurper King, Uruke. Hungry for revenge, Nanaea wants to strike back at Uruke with her fiercest weapons—her scorpion warrior maidens—but Kammani knows that war harms more than it heals, especially the poor. To save the innocents and any chance of a future with Dagan, Kammani mst be the one take down Alu’s ruler before their lives burn up in the flames of war.

As Kammani, Dagan, Nanaea, Iltani, Nasu, and Kasha are heading towards Alu, rumors spread that Uruke is killing anyone who opposes his rule. Uruke has commandeered most of the fields and forced Dagan’s brothers to slave away in the field while their mother is being kept captive because Dagan found a way to escape with Kammani and the others. To make matters even more stressful Iltani is caught and ends up being party of a bridal gifting to anyone who has the money to pay for a wife. Oh, we are just getting started! Plans unravel quickly when an ally decides that she wants revenge for the murder of her own son, and Uruke someone manages to survive being poisoned.

I loved how Kammani and her sister bonded over a harsh environment which could end up with both of them dead. Unlike the first book when she was all excited to be a bride to the deceased King, this time she’s actively involved in helping Kammani with costumes they need to pass in order to assassinate Uruke and put Arwia on the throne where she belongs. Kammani is a fascinating character in that she has honest regrets about killing someone since she’s made a vow to do no harm. Even during battle, she finds ways of offering comfort to both allies and enemies alike, as well as others who are caught in the crossfire. The story is more action packed then the first book and a bit chaotic at times which worked well to illustrate the difficulties Kammani and her crew are up against. I am not angry with the ending. Kammani made a choice and stuck with it from the beginning to the end when it came to marrying Dagan and remaining a healer. Why give up something you love when you can have both? 




Chapter 1

The dead could rise on this kind of night.

In some ways, they already had.

The cool air nipped at my shoulders as I knelt in the dirt, encircled by an elite group of warriors called the Koru who protected the queen. Torchlight reflected off their copper scorpion helmets. The scars they wore on their bodies like badges of honor. It flickered in their eyes when they looked at me, the healer who had saved them all.

After more than a moon of restless illness, they’d risen from their sickbeds one after another. When I’d witnessed the life in them, their muscles regaining strength as they fastened into their greaves and plated tunics to return to their duties, I’d cried like a baby.

If only my father had been alive to see it. He would have been so proud that I’d healed them, and that the queen was honoring me this night in recognition, though he would have scolded me for running myself ragged to get here. But that’s what you did when you were a healer doing everything in her power to be the best she could be.

And failing.

I played with the clasp of my healing satchel, flipping it up and down and up and down. Fought the urge to bite my thumbnail. I had one more person to save, and her illness was nearly impossible to overcome. Mirrum was the last Koru still struggling to recover.

But I’d heal her, too. I had to.

In front of the sycamore trees, a small band of musicians rapummed their drums and clacked beaded shakers. My heart banged as Sarratum Tabni appeared at the edge of the circle and the Koru parted, chanting my name in their soft, round Manzazu accent.

“Kammani! Kammani!”

“Rise.”

The queen nodded at me, a spiked gold crown on her dark hair, earrings skimming her shoulders. Behind the queen, a towering statue of their goddess Linaza was bathed in firelight. Her mighty wings were spread to the east and west, her scorpion’s tail hovering in warning.

As I stood, something white flickered in my peripheral vision near the grove.

I turned, and a cold, dank breeze brushed my cheek. The sound of water slapping against a wooden boat filled my ears. It almost felt as though my feet were in the prow, the river Garadun rocking beneath.

Stop it, Kammani. None of that Boatman nonsense. Not now.

I’d seen his skeletal face in the tomb back in Alu, and he’d been haunting me ever since we’d fled. Nine long moons of his face hovering over my pallet at night. Nine long moons of his bony fingers grazing my cheek.

Shoving away all thoughts of him, I stared at Dagan standing tall and proud beyond the circle of warriors, and tried to calm down. He hadn’t wanted me to come alone to the ceremony so late at night, so Sarratum Tabni had granted him access as my escort, though no one else was allowed to attend. He smiled at me encouragingly and placed one hand over his heart.

“It’s okay,” he mouthed. “Just breathe.”

Grateful for his encouragement, I offered him a wobbly smile of my own as the queen approached. She unclasped a necklace from around her neck, a scorpion amulet dangling from a thick leather strap. She held it up. Its sapphire eyes glittered in the firelight, and I took a deep breath to calm my fluttering heart. For what she was about to fasten around my neck wasn’t just a gift.

It was a promise.

She was saying the Koru owed me a favor, and I could call upon them to answer it at any time, even with their lives if necessary.

“Kammani, Healer from Alu, this evening, we grant you our highest honor.”

She held the necklace up in front of the Koru. They leaned in to see it, some reaching out to touch the dazzling pendant.

“We grant you the symbol of Linaza, our goddess of love and war.” She glanced at one of the Koru standing nearby. “Commander Ummi? Your assistance.”

Ummi, black hair cut bluntly at her jaw, stepped forward and held my ratty curls so the queen could fasten the strap around my throat. The scorpion was cold, heavy, as it settled between my collarbones. My fingers slid across the slick metal.

Sarratum Tabni stepped back and met my eyes. Hers were hooded. Calculating.

“Mighty A-zu, healer, we grant you our thankfulness on this evening for all you have done for our city. You, a stranger in our land, worked to bring my warriors back to health. May the Koru repay your kindness with their allegiance.”

At once, the warriors brandished their battle-axes and swords and shouted my name, a great wave of exultation that resonated off the homes scattered nearby.

As they chanted, I locked my hands together to keep from playing with my healer’s satchel. I had only been doing my job. What I had been trained to do by my abum. Though healing all of them had been a challenge, since Mudi, the healer with whom I’d been working, tended to favor the spirit world to her own rational thought. She told me that my visions from the Boatman were gifts. That I should listen to what he was trying to tell me.

But all he brought to me were nightmares about Alu, a city I’d never be able to visit again.

“Do you accept the gift that we have given you, Healer?” Sarratum Tabni asked.

“Yes, my lady.” Not accepting this gift wasn’t an option. Arwia, our exiled queen of Alu, had told me so earlier. Rejecting their kindness could only lead to ill will, even if it felt like too much. “I accept it.”

She smiled briefly. “Good. We ask that you use it wisely, letting the goddess guide your heart.”

The queen turned to the Koru and raised her arms up high. “My Koru, warrior maidens of Manzazu, children of Linaza, I invite you to feast in the A-zu’s honor tonight. Drink from Linaza’s cup. Dine from her abundance. Let us celebrate Kammani’s bestowal of her gifts upon our great city. We can rest easy this night knowing we lie in her capable hands.”

The Koru cheered once more, a great ferocious roar, and my heart seized as I looked at them all. These warriors were part of a larger Manzazu army that protected me. The citizens of this city, our place of refuge, were now my citizens. Their illnesses, mine to heal. And though the thought filled me with pride, with a certain amount of unspeakable joy, it also filled me with an overwhelming sense of responsibility.

I couldn’t let them down now. Though I’d barely begun to make headway in this city that would rather pray and whisper incantations than take the tinctures I gave them, I would build a successful, thriving healing practice here with my own two hands. I swore it.

The musicians took up their drums and shakers once more to play a quick, staccato rhythm. Some of the Koru gathered to dance. Some dispersed to partake in the food brought in from Linaza’s altars. Others hoisted me to their shoulders to sway in front of their goddess, voices raised in excitement.

“A-zu, this is your night.” Commander Ummi’s face was bright with religious fervor underneath me. “Enjoy it.” She and other warriors jostled me around to the rhythm of the drums. Writhing in embarrassment, I met Dagan’s eyes at the perimeter of the courtyard. He grinned and gave a little wave.

As the warriors whirled, singing a rousing hymn about honor and war and love, I looked up into Linaza’s formidable face. Sightless, she stared down at me, as empty and inanimate as the gnarled trees behind her. But right when I pulled my gaze away from her sandstone eyes, the tips of her wings fluttered.

Just once.

And though it didn’t make any sense, any sense at all, I swore my new scorpion pendant twitched against my throat in response.

Chapter 2

“Are you nervous, Simti?”

My friend and I knelt in front of a looking glass, making final touches to our faces.

“A bride always feels nervous on her wedding day.” She flashed me a wobbly smile, but her eyes were shining.

A circlet of copper sat on her black hair. When she moved, the dangling leaves shimmered in the light from the tallow candles spread on low tables around the tent.

The wedding would begin at dusk. Simti’s bride price had been paid—a plot of land and a chest of coins. The dowry had been settled, too. Now? We would feast, and once she and Ilu spent their first night together, lost in one another’s arms, the marriage would be complete.

Happiness flooded through me, but so did a nagging sense of worry over Mirrum, the Koru warrior who had yet to recover.

“All will be perfectly fine, my friend.” I squeezed her clammy hand, trying to pour some reassurance into her, but whether it was more for me or for her was unclear.

Scratching my nose around the colored pastes and powders Nanaea had painted on me, I wrestled with my own nerves. I felt absolutely itchy. I hoped that Mudi was doing what I’d asked. Three drops of the tincture every thirty minutes. That was it. Not too difficult. But as Mudi rarely did anything I wanted her to, only time would tell if she followed my directions. For Mirrum’s sake, I hoped she did.

It had been four days since I’d received the scorpion necklace, and Mirrum had still not recovered to full health. She was sitting up and even taking in some broth, but I wasn’t satisfied. I’d been over to the sickroom constantly to heal her, and had only left her this evening to witness my friend becoming the bride she’d always wanted to be.

Only this time, Simti’s groom was very much alive. Since we’d all escaped the tomb in Alu, she was free to marry whomever she wanted instead of a dying lugal.

“Kammani, you’re not messing up my handiwork, are you?” Nanaea squawked from the corner of the tent. She knelt, a threaded needle between her lips, wrestling with the hem of Iltani’s tunic.

A difficult task, since Iltani was currently in it.

“I wouldn’t dream of ruining your efforts, Sister.”

“Good. It’s been nearly impossible to find more face paint in the Libbu. The merchants are carrying hardly any.” She plucked the needle from her mouth and wriggled it into the fabric.

My heart swelled watching her work, dampening the worry about Mirrum. We’d become a family of exiles here in Manzazu, establishing our own home. Each of us doing our own share. I’d carved out a little space in our house west of the queen’s Palace for me, Nanaea, and our little brother, Kasha, though it was filled day and night with the noise of everyone else who’d left Alu with us. I’d miss Nanaea when she eventually left me for her own marriage.

My stomach fluttered as I stood and busied my hands straightening up. I grabbed a basket and tossed discarded tunics and beads into it.

“Watch it, Nanaea!” Iltani grumbled, sipping on her cask of sweetwine, the Manzazu brew she couldn’t leave alone. “I’ll be dotted like a leper when you’re finished with me.”

Sweating, Nanaea pushed her damp black hair back from her forehead. “Stop fidgeting and you won’t get poked. This is a difficult stitch!”

Nanaea had apprenticed herself to a seamstress and was excelling in her craft, though dancing was more of her passion. But since Manzazu had dancers in droves, it made more sense for her to learn a trade that could support her. I missed the shine radiating from her eyes when she danced, though, which was happening less and less the more she worked on her craft.

Maybe one day she’d have time to return to what she loved.

Iltani bent to a table, selecting a juicy bit of fish out of some oil and popping it into her mouth.

Nanaea tugged on a seam and looked over her shoulder at Simti. “How did you get the embroidery in your tunic so perfect?”

“You forget that I’ve been sewing clothes for my family for years.” Simti bent to the looking glass, pursed her lips, and pinched her cheeks. “But not applying face paint. It isn’t blended right.”

“Didn’t Arwia say before she left this tent that nothing you do will make you any lovelier?” I stuck my basket on my hip. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the entire city.”

She blushed. “Thank you, my friend. Now come here. I need to fix something.”

I knelt, and she twisted a bud on my flower crown. “And you look beautiful today, too. You’ve slept recently, which is an improvement.” She smiled, and the gold powder that Nanaea had dusted on her brown cheeks shimmered in the candlelight.

“And you are a stellar liar.”

“Me?” She placed a hand on her chest in mock indignation. “I lie about nothing.”

“Are you sure about that?”

She grinned. “Well, perhaps only once and that was to get Ilu’s mother to love me as much as she loves Dagan. Is he here yet?”

“Yes, he walked with me from the Koru’s sickroom. Mirrum is still fighting the illness.”

Simti’s eyes softened. “You look worried. Will she heal?”

“I think so. But there’s a tincture that will hurry things along if Mudi will use it instead of just pleading with the Boatman.”

He didn’t help anybody.

Unease filled my belly as I recalled the Boatman scooping Lugal Marus in his bony arms and disappearing into the Netherworld from the tomb. Mudi had told me—repeatedly to the point of nausea—that the Boatman was once a warrior, cursed to his post for murdering innocents in war. She said he spoke to healers because he was trying to gain his freedom by helping prevent the deaths of as many lives as he took. But despite her telling me to listen to what he had to say, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The breaths I heard in my ear when I was pounding out a new tincture in my mortar made me shudder. The glimpses of his face right before I fell asleep every night stole my breath.

Communing with the spirit world went against everything logic told me to do.

Kasha burst into the tent, his dark curls falling down past his shoulders. Since he’d escaped the Palace, he’d refused any trimming, saying he’d been shorn like a sheep once too often in his life. Now he would live his life as he wanted. This morning, I’d made him wash himself, but I’d let him win the haircut argument. At least it was clean.

“Sisters, girls, all of you. You’re wanted by the priestess. It’s dusk.” He swiped a cup of sweetwine off a table, dancing out of reach when I tried to grab it back. “It’s time!”




Thursday, October 29, 2020

#Review - Kingdom of the Wicked by Kerri Maniscalco #YALIT #Fantasy #Historical

Series: Kingdom of the Wicked (#1)
Format: Hardcover, 384 pages
Release Date: October 27, 2020
Publisher: JIMMY Patterson
Source: Publisher
Genre: Young Adult / Dark Fantasy

A James Patterson Presents Novel

From the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Stalking Jack the Ripper series comes a new blockbuster series...

Two sisters.
One brutal murder.
A quest for vengeance that will unleash Hell itself...
And an intoxicating romance.
 
Emilia and her twin sister Vittoria are streghe - witches who live secretly among humans, avoiding notice and persecution. One night, Vittoria misses dinner service at the family's renowned Sicilian restaurant. Emilia soon finds the body of her beloved twin...desecrated beyond belief. Devastated, Emilia sets out to find her sister's killer and to seek vengeance at any cost-even if it means using dark magic that's been long forbidden.

Then Emilia meets Wrath, one of the Wicked-princes of Hell she has been warned against in tales since she was a child. Wrath claims to be on Emilia's side, tasked by his master with solving the series of women's murders on the island. But when it comes to the Wicked, nothing is as it seems...

 


Kingdom of the Wicked is the first installment author Kerri Maniscalco's new series which is set in 19th century Palermo, Italy. The setting really adds depth to this story since it features important landmarks, Sicilian cuisine, and culture. Two sisters, Vittoria and Emilia DiCarlo have been taught by their nonna (Grandmother) about the Seven Demon Princes of Hell. The Wicked or Malvagi, as they are called are Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride. For the sake of this story, Wrath, Greed, Envy, and Pride are the four she focuses on.

“One will crave your blood, one will capture your heart, one will steal your soul, and one will take your life.”

Emilia is the introverted one while Vittoria is the more adventurous one and isn’t too careful about keeping their identities hidden. The sisters live in a world where being a witch can get you killed. In fact, the story begins with an incident that happened when the sisters were (8) years old that will linger for years to come. 10 years later, (2) young women, likely witches, are found murdered in two different cities. Emilia finds Vittoria’s body soon thereafter in a very unexpected place. As Emilia reels from the loss of her other half, she starts to realize that maybe Vittoria didn't take their grandmother's warnings as seriously as she did—and maybe those "stories" of the Wicked demon princes have more than a grain of truth in them.

As Emilia sets out to find her sister's killer, she gets more than she bargained for when she summons Wrath, a prince of Hell himself. Wrath offers to help Emilia but only if she bounds herself to him for the duration to protect her from harm. She also learns about a dreaded ancient prophecy concerning the Devil and twins which seems to be coming to fruition. Deciphering the dark magic spell her sister put at her diary puts her on a crash course which she may not have any avenue but to do the unexpected. Soon, Emilia's efforts to find her sister's killer get her deeply involved with several other Princes of Hell trying to break the curse; specifically, Greed and Envy. 

As Emilia uncovers clues as to who killed Vittoria and why, she discovers the person responsible for killing her sister may be closer than she realized. (In fact, I guessed who the killer was pretty early in the book.) She’s stubborn despite her fear when she finds herself face to face with more than one demon prince. Each time she encounters them she learns something new about herself in the process. Emilia was strong lead character, but she rushes into dire situations headfirst even if it wasn’t always the best decision. She was both a strong female protagonist, but also flawed.

Wrath was front and center in this story from the moment he graced us with his presence. He's dangerous, he's got an agenda, he toys with Emilia terribly after she accidentally summons him from Hell, and he's probably the reason for most of Emilia's issues since she couldn't focus on other things that were happening around her. For those who love Enemies to Lovers tropes, this ones for you. However, I am not settled on whether Wrath is any better than his brothers, including Pride who is looking for a witch bride to break the curse.

There are Italian words and phrases sprinkled throughout the narrative, this adds a level of culture to the feel of the story. I have to say that as an Italian, who has visited Sicily while I was in the US Navy, I loved the different varieties of food that are mentioned throughout this book. If I could somehow transport myself into the book, I would be totally eating my heart’s content. One thing about Italians, we don't settle for just one meal. We have 6 different courses one right after the other. The other thing that makes this book more realistic is that the author's great-grandmother immigrated from Sciacca, Sicily to the US bringing a wealth of information to the table.