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A review by sagittarian
Song of the Dark Wood by Sheila Masterson
5.0
do you:
a) love when a hot death god gets on his knees for the FMC?
b) have 8th house or scorpio placements?
c) have a green thumb — or wish you did?
d) enjoy the sound of a feminine-rage inspired little red riding hood retelling with a dash of hades/persephone?
e) all of the above?
THEN RUN, DON’T WALK TO KINDLE UNLIMITED AND READ THIS ONE RN.
y’all this was delicious. not only was it fun and fresh — song-based magic! sentient forests! soul-ferrying maidens in red cloaks! — and it’s written with such lovely prose (in typical sheila fashion) that every single quote i want imprinted on my own TTPD-inspired dress.
the concept here is that rowan — a red maiden, one of many throughout time — is plucked from her childhood of poverty to be raised as a town sacrifice to the wolf of the dark wood — the god of death. her responsibilities? ferrying departed souls to his keep for Processing, and being devoured by him in every way imaginable. sign me up. respectfully.
there’s a beautiful story told here about societal expectations of women, about no longer whittling parts of yourself down to appease the masses, and about stepping into who you are unapologetically and filled with righteous rage over years of being looked at as an object.
TLDR, IT HAS LAYERS, PEOPLE. DELICIOUS ONES. it’s spicy, romantic, spooky, twisty, and satisfying in that primal rage sort of way that any person who’s ever been taught to shrink themselves, to shut up and do as they're told, will find deeply relatable.
pick this up if you’re looking for a standalone romantasy that hits all the best trope boxes while also fueling the pyre of your feminist rage in a painfully allegorical way.
a) love when a hot death god gets on his knees for the FMC?
b) have 8th house or scorpio placements?
c) have a green thumb — or wish you did?
d) enjoy the sound of a feminine-rage inspired little red riding hood retelling with a dash of hades/persephone?
e) all of the above?
THEN RUN, DON’T WALK TO KINDLE UNLIMITED AND READ THIS ONE RN.
y’all this was delicious. not only was it fun and fresh — song-based magic! sentient forests! soul-ferrying maidens in red cloaks! — and it’s written with such lovely prose (in typical sheila fashion) that every single quote i want imprinted on my own TTPD-inspired dress.
the concept here is that rowan — a red maiden, one of many throughout time — is plucked from her childhood of poverty to be raised as a town sacrifice to the wolf of the dark wood — the god of death. her responsibilities? ferrying departed souls to his keep for Processing, and being devoured by him in every way imaginable. sign me up. respectfully.
there’s a beautiful story told here about societal expectations of women, about no longer whittling parts of yourself down to appease the masses, and about stepping into who you are unapologetically and filled with righteous rage over years of being looked at as an object.
TLDR, IT HAS LAYERS, PEOPLE. DELICIOUS ONES. it’s spicy, romantic, spooky, twisty, and satisfying in that primal rage sort of way that any person who’s ever been taught to shrink themselves, to shut up and do as they're told, will find deeply relatable.
pick this up if you’re looking for a standalone romantasy that hits all the best trope boxes while also fueling the pyre of your feminist rage in a painfully allegorical way.