What I can I say about this book but that it ripped my freaking heart out over and over and over again, then ground it into a bed of coals with an iron boot heel and poured acid over it? And that it was also so much fun to write, too, coming up with fun things to do with magic when the characters want to play rather than do things like save the world…
Reviews:
“HoM is a blast of magic, love, deceit and heartbreak… This book was a rollercoaster of emotions. I would go from laughing out loud like an idiot to on the verge of tears.” Aprille Legacy, Goodreads
“As I approached the end, I was getting nauseous, even had bad dreams about it, and it became truly difficult to persuade myself to read the final chapters, knowing that there was at least one scenario, and possibly two, which may well have resulted in me huddled under my desk, hugging my knees among dust bunnies and maybe a few bugs, completely broken. … I don’t usually get particularly invested in individual characters. I can sort of like some, not stand others, prefer some things, get somewhat angry over others, but in the grand scheme of things they’re not real and even if they’d be I don’t know them; it’s the battles with the fate of the world on the table that get to me. But here it was just the “fate of the world” part that I sort of shrugged at, while the characters… They’re not real and I don’t know them? Well, tell that to whatever it is inside me that sure made it feel that they are, and I do, and they’re important and we’re close and whatever happens to them reaches inside and tears me apart or puts me back together just as well. Which makes this one of the best written and, well, simply best books I’ve ever read… And at the same time something I just can’t deal with, now or ever, as it tore away at what frayed bits of sanity and control I had left, trampled all over them and ran away with whatever pieces remained.” Robert Negut, Goodreads
The fate of the city of mages rests on three women.
Lysium, a guild slave, dances in the arms of her handsome, aloof husband every evening while every night, she loses her memories to a shadow that steals them. Secretly, she chronicles her life every day, wondering why the shadow only steals the memories of her time spent with the guild fire-seller.
Melynda, in league with her face-thieving lover, strives to conceal an entire underground society of mages and assassins from a corrupt magnate bent on destroying anyone more powerful than himself.
Essence, a shunned sorceress and the most powerful of them all, discovers that she’s the only one holding up the demesne’s protective walls which shield the city from an ancient enemy. But her loneliness traps her in the web of a treacherous mage whose agenda is shrouded in mystery but who brings her the one thing she cannot resist: love.
All three women fight a losing battle where the battle lines are drawn in the wrong places, unions are made with the wrong allies, and when the enemy strikes…
Not one is prepared.
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Sonya Lano 