A review by thingslucyreads
The Red King by Victor Kelleher

2.0

Well. Thank goodness that's over. The only reason I read this is because my friend Adam wanted me to. I wouldn't have picked it up otherwise and I never will again. Such a tedious journey for a completely forgettable destination. I'm sure the only thing I'll remember of this book in two months is Kelleher's ridiculous overuse of the phrase "withered breasts".