28779776The only review I could write for this book is this–>

PERFECT!

Mia has many names: The Pale Daughter, The Crow, or Kingmaker; she is the killer of killers and destroyer of empires; but her story begins when she is only ten years old and forced to watch her father hang as a traitor.

At the time of his death, her shadow deepens and a darkness joins Mia. A darkness that takes the shape of a cat and helps her to escape the men tasked with her disposal.

She calls him Mister Kindly, and he drinks her fear.

Blood, some hot sex, guts, killing, punishment, survival, cheeky dialogue, betrayal, fantastic beasts and asshole bureaucrats.. yes, you’ll want to read this! Nevernight is a total hype book and in my eyes, deservedly so. It fits my tastes perfectly because there wasn’t a single moment in this book where I could catch breath and I loved it, being pulled into a story like this. The fantasy was great- from sandkrakens to blood-bath-portals. The characters were great. It was all just bloody great.

Let me tease you more with some quotes from the book:

People often shit themselves when they die, did you know that?

Is there a better opening sentence? uhm, nope! I read that and was like- O.K. this certainly sets the tone for the book! Yay!

I mention this only by way of warning, O gentlefriends, that your narrator shares no such restraint. And if thoughts of wincing final kisses amidst less-than-pleasant fragrances turn your insides to water, be advised the pages in your hands speak of a girl who was to murder what maestros are to music. Who did to happy ever afters what sawblade does to skin.

So, if you normally shy away from uber-graphic reads, some vulgarity then it might not be your cup of tea. Throats are sliced, backs are whipped into bloody pulps and Kristoff pulls off a mean 69. OK, let it be said- there’s only a couple of sex scenes somewhere halfway into the book and in fairness these scenes had to come because the tension was there and it had to turn into something. You will not get a rainbows and flowers and chocolates kind of romance tho, hell no.

I can sense your adrenaline levels spiking- you’re probably thinking: “Should I finish  reading this review before I hop off to whichever book purchasing site or should I just say, to hell with it, and terminate this page with the URL of whichever book purchasing site?!”

‘You’ll be a rumour. A whisper. The thought that wakes the bastards of this world sweating in the night. The last thing you will ever be in this world, girl, is someone’s hero.

Ya-ha! No manicured, hairspray-puffy-haired, foundation-cement-faced, la-dee-dah kind of girls in this book. None! Instead, a girl with more balls than would dangle off a prime bull.  And other girls with fierce thirst for revenge, each with their own set of skills. Maybe a catfight or two in between them. Fret not, there are boys as well…

If her face were a puzzle, most would put it back in the box, unfinished.

OK, so this was one of the most exciting books I have read in its genre… I guess I could compare it to Mark Lawrence’s “The Broken Empire”. Brutal, raw but definitely has it’s pretty bits as well.

I liked the book, I even liked the footnotes which were funny/genius stories in themselves and I liked the profanity and the brutality. Worry not, there’s a plot to the story as well but I’ll let you stumble your own way through it once you start reading this superb creation of extremities! Warning for readers of cupcake mysteries- there are no cupcakes involved. Or baking!

My Rating: 5 ***** of course.

And here comes profanity- squeeze your gentle eyes shut!

Mia shook her head, crooked bangs swaying before her eyes.

‘You know, I’ve never understood that. How being named for a woman’s nethers is somehow more grievous than any other insult. Seems to me calling someone after a man’s privates is worse. I mean, what picture do you conjure when you hear a fellow called a cock?’

Tric shrugged, befuddled at the strange turn in conversation.

‘You imagine an oaf, don’t you?’ Mia continued. ‘Someone so full of wank there’s no room for wits. A slow-minded bastard who struts about full of spunk and piss, completely ignorant of how he looks to others.’

‘Cock is just another word for ‘fool’. But you call someone a cunt, well…’ the girl smiled. ‘You’re simply implying a sense of malice there. An intent. Malevolent and self-aware. Don’t think I name Consul Scaeva a cunt to gift him insult. Cunts have brains, Don Tric. Cunts have teeth. Someone calls you a cunt, you take it as a compliment. As a sign that folk believe you’re not to be lightly fucked with.’

Thanks to Netgally and HarperCollins UK for accepting my request to read&review the ARC. That was awesome and I very much appreciate it.

Nevernight will be published 11th of August in the UK and the 9th of August in US. You can preorder your copy on Amazon on the below links.

Amazon UK — Amazon USA