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A review by siavahda
Age of Ash by Daniel Abraham
4.0
HIGHLIGHTS
~there are a lot of gods
~a magic knife
~a magic candle
~stale bread rolls
~never trust a rich tosser
You expect someone’s come-back to a genre – as Daniel Abraham is returning to Fantasy, after years exploring a far-future galaxy with The Expanse – to be big and loud and flashy. Trumpets, announcing the return of a king. You expect a splash.
Age of Ash is not like that. It is beautifully, perfectly named, because this book is soft and quiet as ashes settling after a conflagration. If you are not careful, if you do not look closely, you might think the flames have died – you might miss the embers gleaming like jewels, like eyes, amidst the cinders. You might not realise that one wrong move – one breath, one careless breeze – could fan those sparks into an inferno that could burn a city to the ground.
This is a quiet book. An intimate book. It runs through your fingers like silk, barely whispering. You have to lean in close to make out the words.
There’s a secret in the city that almost no one knows.
No.
Stop.
Again.
There’s a secret in the city that no one knows – those who think they know it are very, very wrong.
Read the rest at Every Book a Doorway!
~there are a lot of gods
~a magic knife
~a magic candle
~stale bread rolls
~never trust a rich tosser
You expect someone’s come-back to a genre – as Daniel Abraham is returning to Fantasy, after years exploring a far-future galaxy with The Expanse – to be big and loud and flashy. Trumpets, announcing the return of a king. You expect a splash.
Age of Ash is not like that. It is beautifully, perfectly named, because this book is soft and quiet as ashes settling after a conflagration. If you are not careful, if you do not look closely, you might think the flames have died – you might miss the embers gleaming like jewels, like eyes, amidst the cinders. You might not realise that one wrong move – one breath, one careless breeze – could fan those sparks into an inferno that could burn a city to the ground.
This is a quiet book. An intimate book. It runs through your fingers like silk, barely whispering. You have to lean in close to make out the words.
There’s a secret in the city that almost no one knows.
No.
Stop.
Again.
There’s a secret in the city that no one knows – those who think they know it are very, very wrong.
Read the rest at Every Book a Doorway!